STONES OF FIRE

By Tessa Harvey

CHAPTER NINE 

(Continued)

Looking up, Robert ducked down behind a grey boulder. He thought he had seen a flicker of movement at a curtained window overlooking the hillside. All he could hear though was the stream chuckling and bubbling along beside him.

After a long time, he risked a peak around the rock. A harsh crack sounded and flakes of stone cut his cheek, stinging.

Wow! It was just like the movies. Robert was startled, but really excited. He knew his dad would never shoot his own son. What he didn't know was that his dad had been drinking steadily for a long time.

Walt felt like one of those brave outlaws making a last stand in his hideout. He had watched films like that intently for years. It hadn't been too hard to obtain a firearm, not for someone with his skills. The man had no idea his son was out there.

He felt he was surrounded by marauding Apaches or some kind of gang, standing alone against all odds. No movement outside.

Walt relaxed and sat back. Maybe he should grab some food.