by Gerry Dobbs

Cassie stepped backward out of his way. Catching her heel on something hard, she landed with a thud. He chuckled, ready to tease her about having a nice trip until he saw the startled look on her face and said, “What’s wrong, Cassie? Are you hurt?”

“Stephen, look — I think it’s a pipe of some sort.” She moved to reveal what looked like a long, metal pipe. Stephen knelt down and started brushing away the old hemlock needles and other debris from around the pipe-like object. “It’s not a pipe, Cassie. It looks like a rifle barrel!”

ISBN: 978-1-63177-229-0