Here’s the next chapter of Bugout! from my story blog.
Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:
Jeb climbed off the roof of his rig as quickly as he could, and ducked into it to grab his hunting rifle. Then he jogged over to the front gate with Frank and Jane, followed by Jerry and Jasmine. Charlie and Hilda came running out of their rig and followed too. Lucy was barking and looking around.
“Does Lucy see something?” Jeb asked, trying to scan the area as they ran.
“Don’t know,” Frank said. “She might just be nervous because we’re nervous.”
The Sheriff’s rig pulled to a stop just inside the gate, and lurched as the engine shut off. Kurt and Mary were running over. Jeb got to the door of the rig first and pulled it open. The Sheriff was at the door, holding his left hand, which was covered in blood.
“Sheriff, you alright?” Jeb said.
“My hand’s a little messed up, and I’m pissed,” he…
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