I was all alone. They all had gotten bagged, one after another. Beautiful Fay, nervous Debbie, innocent Carla and desperate Maribeth. All marked by faceless, anonymous hunters who would enjoy their real sport later. But not me. I still had one more card left to play. And it was a doozey.
I crouched down, way down, below the top of the grass. I supposed I could have slithered my way to the cabin, but they still might come out from their hidey holes and catch me anyway. No, that wasn’t what I had in mind. If I was going out, then it would be on my own two feet. I sprang up.
Go!
I zigged and zagged, like an open field runner in football. My strides ate up several yards and for an instant, I thought my crazy idea might catch them all off guard. But then the shots rang out, almost deafening.
