As he protested, I ran toward the porch, taking the steps in one leap and barreling through the front door of the farmhouse.
I swept the front room with my weapon and took cover behind the wall separating the living room from the dining room.
I could still hear shots being fired outside, but the house itself seemed quiet. I crept forward slowly, going from room to room until I knew the first floor was clear.
Then, I heard someone coming down the stairs.
I positioned myself just inside the foyer, close to the front door, which gave me a clear view of the bottom half of the staircase.
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