Eliza and Callie head into the sheriffs office first to give their version of events. Eliza starts eagerly explaining how they had seen the three scumbags hiding in the forest outside of Robins farm when they were on their way down from Eliza’s cabin to Robin’s cabin in search of Cammie. “So how come they didn’t see you two girls coming, how did they not intersect you?” Sheriff asks bewildered. Eliza explains, “well, we caught sight of them when they were parking their truck, one of those three pine tree, black trucks. They were parking it up just a little ways down from Robin’s main gate. We saw them gather their guns out of the back of the truck. It was close but we managed to duck into the forest”.“We walked a ways through the forest and came to Robin’s cabin from the west. Climbed over the stile near the side of the cabin”. Eliza looks at Callie and gives her hand a little reassuring squeeze. “What happened next”, Sheriff urges Eliza to continue. “Once we were on Robin’s land
After Callie and Eliza were done with their interviews, the sheriff calls for Cammie and Robin to give their versions of account. Cammie first, tells the sheriff all that had happened that day. Starting with the hike and ending with the part where she and Callie barricaded themselves in the bathroom. Robin takes over from there. He tells of how the men came up to the cabin in their truck, claiming to be looking for their niece. Robin tells the sheriff how he instinctively knew they were going to come back to the cabin armed. Getting ready to fight for his and Cammie’s lives he prepared by showing Cammie how to use the hand gun and told her to stay put in the bedroom until it was all over. On exiting the cabin, Robin tells the sheriff, how he unexpectedly ran into Callie and Eliza. How he had been thrown into a weird panic or shock at first because in the dark, Callie looked just like Cammie, “my brain was confused at first because I wondered how the hell had Cammie got past me and
As I wake I feel cold and numb all over except for a painful, thunderclap headache, everything is dark apart from a few dim blurry lights coming from the trucks back lights. I don’t know if it’s my eyes or if it’s from the dark but I can’t seem to focus my eyes on anything. I go to rub my eyes to try and clear my vision and I realise my hands are tied. I know I’m in the back of a truck and it’s cold and windy. The truck is bouncing up and down as we drive along the uneven surface, it’s making me roll around uncontrollably and I keep knocking my head on the bottom of the truck bed. I can hear shouts and leery slurs coming from the cabs open windows. That’s when I feel something heavy slam into me, something else is thumping around in the back of the truck next to me.I strain my eyes in the pitch dark to try and make out what it is, it looks like a sack, but as my eyes adjust to the dark, attached to the sack looks like some kind of blond ruffled mop of fluff or hair. Then I see a gl
From the position I’m laying in on the back of the truck bed, I can just see over the open edge of the flap at the back of the truck. The locked box has been lifted up and out of the back of the truck. Thomas has unlocked it and flipped the lid open and now all three men are staring down into the open box. It takes a moment before Thomas pulls out a hunting rifle. I can’t help it, my eyes are as big as saucers and a panic takes hold of me. Frozen with unadulterated fear I stare at them. Trying in vain to desperately think of a way to get away from these monsters. At this point, apart from a waning moan from Callie all I can think of is, if I can untie my feet or if they untie my feet I will have to make a run for it even if it means leaving my dear sister behind. Maybe I could get help for her somewhere near by. I look around again trying desperately to see a light in the dark, any sign of a house or anything at all in the dense forest. For the briefest moment I think I see a
This will be the last hunt before the winter hits, I really need to find a good sized antelope for butchering, Robin thinks to himself. He’s been trekking for more then half the day and is starting to loose hope of finding anything to hunt. The storm is starting to form on the horizon and it’s going to be a long trek back to the cabin.As usual Robin finds his thoughts turn to Mindy and what could have been. Even after a whole year, he still finds it hard to let go, to not think about her, and to not think about the ultimate betrayal she and his brother had done against him. Trying to concentrate on the task at hand, Robin turns his thoughts back to the hunt. Besides he's made a promise to himself that he's going to try his best not to think about them anymore. Looking up at the sky, watching as the dark clouds roll in, assessing how much time he has before he needs to turn back in order to get back to the cabin before the storm hits. “I’ll give it another half-hour then turn b
Time is passing slowly for Robin, watching the clock seems to be making it go even slower. Constantly looking out the windo every ten minutes to see if the Sheriff has arrived yet. Still nothing, then back to Watching the clock again. Of course Robin is well aware that his cabin is at least an hour away from town and that is in peak weather conditions. With this heavy snow falling it could not only lengthen the trip by an extra hour or even an hour and a half, it could also potentially be dangerous and life threatening on some of the worse dirt roads coming up the mountain. Which the thought of, makes Robin even more tense. Feeling like if he had to look out the window one more time would drive him crazy, Robin decides to go check on the girl. For all he knows, she may be dead already. Opening the bedroom door, Robin notices his hand is shaking, nerves kicking in now. He definitely hopes to find her still breathing. He edges towards the bed, there is no movement at all from the girl
I’m tired, as the Sherif and I cook something for all of us to eat, I’m on auto pilot. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat even if the food somehow comes out edible. The Sheriff motions for me to take a seat at the table, “you’ve been through a lot today, take a seat and rest. I’ll do the cooking”. I watch as he moves around the kitchen, answering him with one word answers when he asks where the pans are or where the cups are. I feel like I can’t keep my eyes open and a heaviness takes over my body. I lay my head on my arms and close my eyes. *** I wake to quiet voices talking, “Doc, how is she? Did she make it?” I plead for information. Doc, “yes hun, I’ve done what I can for her but only time will tell if she makes it through. I have administered a pain jab that should last the night and I have her on a drip. She’s having intravenous antibiotics for any infection she might have. I am limited with the tools and medication I have here. We will have to get her to the hospital
Early the next morning Doc wakes me with a mug of coffee, “seems she slept through, thank you for taking the first shift. I will take over this morning, you go get yourself some breakfast. Henry says the wind from the storm has blown something over in the animal enclosure. I’m sure you will be wanting to get that seen to as soon as possible.” She smiles down at me with her kind eyes. I get up, “I thought I heard a loud thump last night, I hope it’s nothing serious, it’s still snowing quite heavily out there”, I say as I look out the window to try and see what the damage is. “I’m sure Henry won’t mind giving you a hand repairing it, whatever it is”, she says. “I tried to wash most of the blood from your coat yesterday after I removed it from her, it’s hanging over near the fire, I hope it’s dried by now.” I take my mug of coffee and head out the room after one last look over at her laying there, just making sure I can see her chest rise and fall as she breathes. *** “Good m