Charlie fought his way through the field struggling against the vines wrapping around his ankles. He needed to reach the creek before the marshals entered the clearing. He knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against their rifles in an open field.
Hearing the sound of the rushing water from the creek ahead, he slung open the cylinder on his revolver; empty. A troubling concern struck him. He was in such a rush and didn’t have time to grab a box of .357 magnum shells. I better not get cornered, he thought.
(More to come.)
-Jeremy Edward Dion