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Blood Wild

... nearly panicked. There was a back door leading out onto a porch and then down to the edge of the lake. But the door had a hasp and a padlock on it on the inside of the shanty. There was no way he could open that door to escape out the back. That left only the front door that he had unlocked by breaking the glass with his elbow and reaching in to unlock the door.

Walter had nearly psyched himself up to bolt out the door and take his chances that he’d surprise whoever it was and be off and away before they could react… that is… until he heard the sound of tires on the gravel road for the second time. Peeking around the doorway from the small kitchen into the front room and the front door, Walt saw that a second set of headlights had come to a stop outside, just before they went out. In a moment he heard voices speaking but it was too far away to hear what they were saying.

Now what was he going to do? Was it the law? Were they going to shoot him? Isn’t that what they do to fugitives wanted for murder? Shoot first and ask questions later. Walter’s heart was pounding in his chest and he had broken out into a cold sweat. His legs felt weak and his hands were trembling. What was he going to do? Pulling back from the doorway, Walt stumbled on an empty liquor bottle that went spinning across the linoleum floor to shatter against another empty next to the wall by the back door.

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Cam and Richard both heard the breaking glass and looked at one another. Cam ...

... drew his revolver and used his other hand to motion Richard to set down the lantern and get back behind his truck. Cam scooted closer to the shanty and pressed up against the wall just off the front porch where he could lean out and see the door. With his free hand, he drew his flashlight out and readied to turn it on. His heart was beating, and his adrenaline was pumping through his system. Not even strong coffee could quicken his pulse and sharpen his concentration faster than this.

“Walt? Walter Wainwright… Are you in there? Cam called out loudly.

There was silence. Well… figuratively speaking anyway, the frogs and crickets and cicadas and night birds were all still making their racket. Cam looked to the truck and could just make out Richard poking his head around the side to watch. Just as he was about to call out again, a voice rang out from inside, muffled by the wooden frame and the door of course.

“Wh… who’s out there?” Walter shouted, his voice tight and hesitant.

“Walt? Is that you? This is Cam… Deputy Cambrick.” Cam shouted in response.

“What do you want?” Walt yelled back.

“We just want to talk with you, Walt. The Sheriff wants you to come in to the station and sit down and talk with him about… about what happened last night.” Cam said then bit his lip.

“L… Last night?” Walt stammered trying to think, trying to stall maybe.

“Yeah, Walt. Someone got hurt. I’m sorry, it was your wife Vivian, Walt. We need to talk to you about that. About what ...