something?" Sandra asked.
"What's that?"
"I almost feel sorry for those men."
*****
Tom and I made our way safely to the fence and while I knew we'd not been seen, my heart was pounding in my chest. All it took was a small noise or something to go wrong and the shit would hit the stump. I pulled the bottom of the fence up so Tom could slide under it and he held it up for me, and finally the dogs. Once on the inside, we both pulled our knives, and I motioned for the dogs to come with me. As I moved toward the front steps, I remained in the shadows as much as possible, because I had no clear location of the walking guard. I moved slowly along the dark side of the house, and when I peeked around the corner my guard had his chin resting on his chest. I motioned for the dogs to stay and both sat in the darkness.
He's asleep, I thought and moved toward him cautiously, expecting his head to come up any second. Don't wake up now, or I'll have to pull my pistol.
Once up close, I threw my left hand over his mouth and pushed my knife into his back near his kidneys as hard as I could. His eyes flew open, he gave a loud grunt, and then started thrashing. I struggled hard to keep him in position. Three more times I drove my blade deep into his back, until finally he grew limp. I then cut his throat.
I placed the man beside the steps and called the dogs with a soft blow of my lips. When they neared the blood, it caused both to give low warning growls.
From the darkness a black form moved toward the steps, but I recognized the walk way before I saw it was Tom. He nodded, which answered my unspoken question; the walking guard was no longer a threat. We'd agreed earlier to just walk into the place like we owned it, figuring it would not raise any suspicions and we'd be taken for guards.
We entered and I was surprised no one was in the living room. I'd half expected to find a man sitting at a desk doing paperwork and drinking coffee. An old kerosene lamp was burning in the middle of a kitchen table. Once the room was checked, I released both dogs and they sat at my feet.
Tom pulled two Molotov Cocktails from his backpack. He handed one to me and since I wore my old military battle dress uniform, I slipped my bottle into the left cargo pocket on the trousers. I hope the women have entered the barnyard because it's about to turn real hot in this place, I thought as I moved toward the hallway.
Skillet followed slightly in front of me, but Dolly remained at my side as I moved toward the door on the right. I opened the first door and Dolly entered the room, only to come back out. It was empty.
Dolly suddenly growled and a door down the hall opened. I placed my left hand on Dolly's head. In the moonlight from the curtain-less windows I could see a rail thin man and he scratching his crotch as he approached. I moved into the shadows and prayed the dogs wouldn't growl or make a noise, but Tom walked up to the thin man and asked, "Who's to take my shift now?"
Raising his head for the first time, the man looked as if he was going to say something, only before he could speak, Tom cracked him alongside of his head with the barrel of his shotgun. He fell with a loud thud .
"Joe?" A voiced called from the room the man had just left, "Ya okay out there? I thought I heard ya fall or somethin'. Joe?"
We moved quickly to the door and just as I was about enter, the loud report of a shotgun was heard outside. It was immediately followed by two more loud blasts. Tom blocked my way with his arm and then I saw his lighter spark and the resulting flame. I watched as he lit the Molotov Cocktail and waited a second to make sure it was burning well.
From inside the room, I heard a voice say, "It's likely it's a couple of the guys comin' back in. They're about half drunk most of the time."
"Get up and get dressed! We have no idea what's going on. I heard gunshots." A different voice replied.
At that point I kicked the door open and Tom threw the fire bomb
"What's that?"
"I almost feel sorry for those men."
*****
Tom and I made our way safely to the fence and while I knew we'd not been seen, my heart was pounding in my chest. All it took was a small noise or something to go wrong and the shit would hit the stump. I pulled the bottom of the fence up so Tom could slide under it and he held it up for me, and finally the dogs. Once on the inside, we both pulled our knives, and I motioned for the dogs to come with me. As I moved toward the front steps, I remained in the shadows as much as possible, because I had no clear location of the walking guard. I moved slowly along the dark side of the house, and when I peeked around the corner my guard had his chin resting on his chest. I motioned for the dogs to stay and both sat in the darkness.
He's asleep, I thought and moved toward him cautiously, expecting his head to come up any second. Don't wake up now, or I'll have to pull my pistol.
Once up close, I threw my left hand over his mouth and pushed my knife into his back near his kidneys as hard as I could. His eyes flew open, he gave a loud grunt, and then started thrashing. I struggled hard to keep him in position. Three more times I drove my blade deep into his back, until finally he grew limp. I then cut his throat.
I placed the man beside the steps and called the dogs with a soft blow of my lips. When they neared the blood, it caused both to give low warning growls.
From the darkness a black form moved toward the steps, but I recognized the walk way before I saw it was Tom. He nodded, which answered my unspoken question; the walking guard was no longer a threat. We'd agreed earlier to just walk into the place like we owned it, figuring it would not raise any suspicions and we'd be taken for guards.
We entered and I was surprised no one was in the living room. I'd half expected to find a man sitting at a desk doing paperwork and drinking coffee. An old kerosene lamp was burning in the middle of a kitchen table. Once the room was checked, I released both dogs and they sat at my feet.
Tom pulled two Molotov Cocktails from his backpack. He handed one to me and since I wore my old military battle dress uniform, I slipped my bottle into the left cargo pocket on the trousers. I hope the women have entered the barnyard because it's about to turn real hot in this place, I thought as I moved toward the hallway.
Skillet followed slightly in front of me, but Dolly remained at my side as I moved toward the door on the right. I opened the first door and Dolly entered the room, only to come back out. It was empty.
Dolly suddenly growled and a door down the hall opened. I placed my left hand on Dolly's head. In the moonlight from the curtain-less windows I could see a rail thin man and he scratching his crotch as he approached. I moved into the shadows and prayed the dogs wouldn't growl or make a noise, but Tom walked up to the thin man and asked, "Who's to take my shift now?"
Raising his head for the first time, the man looked as if he was going to say something, only before he could speak, Tom cracked him alongside of his head with the barrel of his shotgun. He fell with a loud thud .
"Joe?" A voiced called from the room the man had just left, "Ya okay out there? I thought I heard ya fall or somethin'. Joe?"
We moved quickly to the door and just as I was about enter, the loud report of a shotgun was heard outside. It was immediately followed by two more loud blasts. Tom blocked my way with his arm and then I saw his lighter spark and the resulting flame. I watched as he lit the Molotov Cocktail and waited a second to make sure it was burning well.
From inside the room, I heard a voice say, "It's likely it's a couple of the guys comin' back in. They're about half drunk most of the time."
"Get up and get dressed! We have no idea what's going on. I heard gunshots." A different voice replied.
At that point I kicked the door open and Tom threw the fire bomb
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