Hadley fell to the ground. She crumpled over on her knees. She'd felt the bullet graze her arm. A flesh wound. A scratch, but she was not about to let those two wild men know she had not been mortally wounded.
Beanie screamed and ran off into the woods. He still held the gun tightly in his hands. The old man hobbled off after him.
Hadley was sure the old man was Handsome Curst. All of the pieces of the puzzle came together.
She got up and chased the two further into the deep dark woods.