“What the heck was that?”
He leaned across the table, blowing out the lantern, putting the room into darkness. Grabbing his down jacket he headed out the door. “Get on the floor.”
The snapping and groaning from the moon-bathed frozen lake hadn’t convinced him the noise they'd heard had come from here. Turning towards the silhouetted cabin, the sound of gunfire erupted at the same time that his face was sprayed with tree splinters.
Why hadn’t he just trusted his gut?