Harry has a sickening sensation

That was a real bullet, he thought, stunned. With a sickening sensation in the pit of his stomach, he leaned against the rock and broke open the pistol. It held ordinary high caliber bullets, the soft tipped kind guaranteed to blow a large hole in any soft tissue they encountered. He had just shot a man in cold blood, and been nearly killed himself. If she asks me to play hangman, I will say no, he thought. A stealthy scraping came from his left.
Harry melted into the shadows again and made his way up the hill behind the cover of the rocks. He caught one glimpse of a black figure in pursuit and changed course to drop down by the river. There, he ran into another group of black–clad figures. Fortunately, they only shot at him twice before he was able to get away. After that, he concentrated on keeping his head down and his feet in motion until the sun turned the eastern sky pink. By then, he was far from the campground. He flagged down a farm truck that dropped him off in a small town.



To be continued…