They were on the ground. Lucy wanted to raise her head. Kate was holding her down, though, pressing
her face into the rocky soil, and all Lucy could do was turn her head
sideways. That was how she knew that
Jack had tackled Parker in much the same manner as Kate had tackled her. They heard another shot, and Lucy felt a rain
of debris kicked up by the bullet’s impact with the ground. “What’s happening?”
“We’re being shot at.” Kate stated the obvious without a touch of
irony in her voice. “Keep your head
down.”
“But—”
“I said, keep your head down! For all we know, it’s you they’re shooting
at!”
“But, Stewart—”
“Let’s worry about us for the moment, shall
we?” She looked at Jack, who lay about
ten feet away with Parker pinned protectively beneath him. “Suggestions?” she asked.
“See if you can get a signal. Call the sheriff and report an active
shooter.”
“Seriously?
It will take them an hour to get here!”
“Do it anyway.”
She fumbled her phone out of her pocket and looked
at the screen. “Damn. No signal.”
She rolled over onto her back and felt Lucy shift her position. “You raise your head, Lucy, and I swear I’ll
knock you senseless.” Kate held the
phone up as high as she dared and waved it back in forth, desperately peering
at the screen in the hope that those tell-tale little gray bars would
appear. “No joy,” she called out to
Jack. “I can’t get a signal.”
“It’s a dead zone out here,” Lucy said into the
dirt. “You have to go about five miles
back up the highway to get a signal.”
“Great.”
Kate tapped her phone lightly against the back of Lucy’s head. “New rule, Lucy. You don’t go where you can’t get a cell
signal!”
Lucy momentarily considered pointing out the
impracticality of such a rule, especially in the Hill Country, and then decided
it was not the best time to provoke Kate.
Though the firing had stopped, they still didn’t
dare raise their heads. Looking for a
way out that didn’t involve going back up the slope, Jack surveyed the
situation. The ravine wall to their left
was even steeper and rockier than where they were now, while to their right, a
stone outcropping jutted from the ravine wall.
Neither alternative would be viable without climbing gear. Behind them—or, below them, as it was—the
ravine wall dropped off several hundred feet and was so steep and littered with
obstacles that he doubted their ability to reach the bottom in one piece. Besides, what would they do when they got
there?
“Uh, Mr. Atherton?” Parker’s muffled voice rose from beneath
him. “I think you’re cracking my ribs or
something. Could you maybe get off me?”
“Just so you keep your head down, son.”
“Yes, sir.
I promise. I’m really having a
hard time breathing down here.”
Jack rolled to one side, freeing Parker, who
turned onto his back. He drew several
gasps of air and then turned his head to face Jack. “I think you saved me, sir.”
“Possibly,” Jack agreed. “Probably.”
“Well, thanks.”
He felt around his body, taking stock.
“I don’t think my ribs are broken, after all.”
“Well, that’s good then,” Jack said. He was too distracted by their predicament to
care much about the boy’s ribs.
“So, what do we do now?”
The question made Jack focus on Parker. “That’s the $64,000 question, isn’t it?” He could tell by the kid’s blank look that he
had no idea what Jack was talking about, and sighed. To his surprise, Parker was still clutching
the iPad, cradling it to his chest like a protective shield. “Can you launch that thing from here?” He indicated the iPad. “Your drone, I mean.”
Parker frowned, thinking. “Possibly.
It’s not a clear line of sight.
It might still receive the signal, though.”
“Can you try?
I want you to fly it up to the parking area to see if our shooter’s
still there.”
“No way! If
he is still up there, he might shoot it down!”
“If he shoots it down, I’ll buy you another damned
drone,” Jack snapped. “At the moment, I
think our lives are a little more important, don’t you?” The look on Parker’s face made Jack regret
his harshness. “Look,” he said in a
milder voice, “the moment the drone gets off the ground, fly it fast as you can
in that direction.” He pointed
west. “If the shooter’s still up there,
he’s watching for us. He probably won’t
even notice your drone taking off. Once
you’ve got it in the air, go as far as you can, and then loop up toward the
road and back to the parking area.
Hopefully, you’ll come up behind the shooter.” When Parker looked skeptical, he added, “Son,
it’s your turn to save us.”
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