Friday, August 11, 2006
New Beginning 66
“She’s over here,” a man’s voice called.
Karol crouched deeper in the tall grass, wrenching her eyes shut. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t talking about her. Her hopes fell away as hoof beats drew closer.
She’d been sure she’d seen them before they’d seen her. At two miles away, walking their horses out of a thick clump of trees, they should never have noticed her across the overgrown Kentucky plain. She had dropped to the ground and duck-walked into the tall weeds crowding the sides of the dirt path. She was careful not to leave a trail, making sure not to break the grass as she went through, fluffing it back up after her passing bent the stalks. One hundred yards and she stopped, not wanting the rustling of the grass to draw the horsemen’s eyes.
Her precautions had been useless.
Back in the asylum Carson sighed. Why did I take this job running security? he wondered. Before he could think of an answer, his radio squawked.
"Carson, I found her," the voice crackled. "I saw a woman acting oddly, walking like a duck and fluffing weeds. It's her. Can you send someone out with the big net?"
Opening: Gareth Bendall.....Continuation: Dave Conifer