#Chapter43 NIGHT OF THE HUNTERS

The farm itself was a terrible place to hold off a siege. There were no doors, windows, roof… it would be nearly impossible to defend. Besides, Sam needed some goal to push toward throughout the afternoon, while she waited for night to fall.

As her memory returned, she recalled a place… an old hunting cabin she had visited with her father. It had been tucked away in the foothills of the nearest mountain range, roughly ten miles away. The cabin she remembered had been thick, sturdy, something she could barricade herself in.

Sam downed a bottle of water, then checked her phone: zero reception. Not...