The girls jumped when they heard the shot. Brody was squatting at the edge of the trees, the nodule in his lap, wildly firing his musket at the miners, hitting the ground and the trees instead. Aspen tried to hide next to Max.
“What are you doing?” yelled Emma.
“The miners don’t have guns,” said Brody. “If I can get them to stop, maybe we can run toward south to those trees then east and lose them all in town.” He fired another shot and then another.
“You’re a terrible shot,” yelled Emma.
“I’m missing on purpose!”
“It’s working, though,” Max said. The miners were hiding behind a stand of trees.
“On the count of three, we need to run as fast as we can to that next bunch of trees,” said Brody nodding to the south. “Don’t stop for anything.”
“What if the soldiers shoot?” asked Emma.
“Don’t stop,” said Brody. “We need to make it to town.”
“I’ve got Aspen,” said Max.
Brody counted, “One, two, three!” Aspen and the kids jumped from the trees into the open but stopped short when they heard Liam’s voice booming from the edge of the tree line.
“Stop,” he yelled. They did. Tears slid down Emma’s face. “I’ve been looking for you,” he jeered.
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