A shot whizzed past him and another traveled over his head toward the barn. He stared back at the house, unable to discern anything. Was Sarah shooting from a high window? He lifted his head. In the exposed door of the barn loft, he caught a flash of motion. Then he heard it—the swishing sound of someone moving through the tall grass. Two men? Bryan pressed his stomach hard against the ground and listened. Wind rustled through the grass. He sensed eyes on him. Heart raging in his chest, Bryan flipped over, scanning everywhere, aiming his gun—right, middle, left. Someone was here...close. Still unable to shake the feeling of being watched, he dragged himself forward in the grass. His belly scraped over hard dirt and pebbles. Three feet from him, he spied drops of blood. A hand grabbed the back of his collar, pulling him upward and choking him.
