words blended to make his head pound and his eyes throb. him a familiar voice instructed, “Wipe off,” chuckling. never could hold his “He guts.” Marc was hauled and shoved into a small cabin surrounded by tall, blurry trees. He thought it was on the rear of property, Julia’s but be certain yet. couldn’t The cabin was filthy. Layered in dirt and garbage, Marc assumed this was where Chad had been hiding when strangers came to the ranch. Inside the cabin were six big men who stood up menacingly as Marc was shoved toward a chair. He recognized two of them with faint anger. A small kitchenette with a knife block beckoned from across the warm room, but Marc ignored it, knowing he would never make it through all of the men before he was shot or knocked out again. Unresisting, wrists were secured Marc’s behind his back and then to a chair after he was shoved down. The odor of unwashed bodies coming from this cabin was enough to send his guts back into convulsions and Marc fought to stop it. Blowing all his strength out in chunks help. wouldn’t the fire restarted. The smoke is our “Get signal that he’s here.”
words blended to make his head pound and his eyes throb. “Wipe him off,” a familiar voice instructed, chuckling. “He never could hold his guts.” Marc was hauled and shoved into a small cabin surrounded by tall, blurry trees. He thought it was on the rear of Julia’s property, but couldn’t be certain yet. The cabin was filthy. Layered in dirt and garbage, Marc assumed this was where Chad had been hiding when strangers came to the ranch. Inside the cabin were six big men who stood up menacingly as Marc was shoved toward a chair. He recognized two of them with faint anger. A small kitchenette with a knife block beckoned from across the warm room, but Marc ignored it, knowing he would never make it through all of the men before he was shot or knocked out again. Unresisting, Marc’s wrists were secured behind his back and then to a chair after he was shoved down. The odor of unwashed bodies coming from this cabin was enough to send his guts back into convulsions and Marc fought to stop it. Blowing all his strength out in chunks wouldn’t help. “Get the fire restarted. The smoke is our signal that he’s here.”