My heart was in my throat and my knuckles were turning white against the black metal of the shotgun. I could hear them moving in the grass, but couldn't see five feet in front of me. I was dead if they got to me first.
My heart was in my throat and my knuckles were turning white against the black metal of the shotgun. I could hear them moving in the grass, but couldn't see five feet in front of me. I was dead if they got to me first.