STONES OF FIRE
By Tessa Harvey
CHAPTER NINE
(Continued)
Robert barely noticed the glorious sunset. Hungry and cold, he was aware the light would soon begin to fade, and decided to slither back the way he had come. Perhaps he could talk to the friendly policeman at the bridge and leave the situation to him.
But he had not gone far when a loud voice yelled: "Stay where you are boy. You lot," Walt kept yelling. "I can see you. You move like a load of clodhoppers."
Glancing around, Robert now saw the police quietly surrounding the cottage. He realised his dad could see the policemen in front, but not those to the back and sides. He decided to keep Walt's attention on him and stood up to run.
After several metres, a stone on the path turned his ankle just as a shot rang out. The boy was flung headlong and lay still, bleeding.
Maya had run up, panting. She screamed and tried to reach the motionless boy. A policeman held her back firmly, radioing for medical help.
Walt had seen his son fall and for an instant thought of turning the gun on himself, then hardened his heart, resolving to fight to the end. He didn't realise that special combat forces were just about to throw teargas canisters into the back of the cottage. Then, masked, they burst in and soon had the man in custody.
it was over for him, at least for now.
But he had not gone far when a loud voice yelled: "Stay where you are boy. You lot," Walt kept yelling. "I can see you. You move like a load of clodhoppers."
Glancing around, Robert now saw the police quietly surrounding the cottage. He realised his dad could see the policemen in front, but not those to the back and sides. He decided to keep Walt's attention on him and stood up to run.
After several metres, a stone on the path turned his ankle just as a shot rang out. The boy was flung headlong and lay still, bleeding.
Maya had run up, panting. She screamed and tried to reach the motionless boy. A policeman held her back firmly, radioing for medical help.
Walt had seen his son fall and for an instant thought of turning the gun on himself, then hardened his heart, resolving to fight to the end. He didn't realise that special combat forces were just about to throw teargas canisters into the back of the cottage. Then, masked, they burst in and soon had the man in custody.
it was over for him, at least for now.
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