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hole.”
    Turner groaned and picked up the pack and followed his father down the path.
    Minutes later, Walt stopped and let out a heavy sigh. “Whoever was out here didn’t find the cave. See? The prints lead the other direction. They veered off and headed west. Just to be safe, give me the pack. Stand guard while I go add to our supplies and check things out. Do not move from this spot until I call for you. Got it?”
    “Dad, you sure? What if someone is inside?”
    “Don’t worry about your old man, boy. I’ll introduce them to this,” Walt said, pulling back his jacket to reveal the nine-millimeter nestled in his waistband. “Now, sit tight until I return. Keep your mouth shut and eyes peeled for trouble. If you spot any, don’t hesitate to use force. This here cave belongs to the Addison clan and no one else.”
    Turner nodded and handed the pack to Walt. Once he situated the bag on his shoulders, Walt took off at a light trot, heading for the hidden entrance to the cave.

     
    Turner Addison licked his dry lips over and over, trying to calm his overtaxed nerves. All the repetitive movements did was make the cracks in his skin even worse. The bark of the tree he leaned against poked through his thin jacket, making his skin itch. The cicadas were louder than before and the noise level made him even edgier. How was he supposed to hear a two or four-legged predator nearby over the ruckus?
    “Get a grip. Dad will flip out if he finds me a bundle of sweat and all jittery. I’ll never hear the end of it. Then the entire trip back to camp, I’ll be forced to endure stories of his time in the military!”
    Chuckling to himself, Turner scanned the area. With all the leaves gone except for on a few pine trees interspersed throughout the groves of others, he had a clear view of the surroundings. The silver light of the moon gave the entire area a spooky feel. A shiver of fear ambled up his back when he thought about all the horror movies he’d watched over the years. Lone people in the woods ended up as victims of some crazed, knife-wielding psycho.
    Turner hated skulking around in the woods. He despised the fact his father was a prepper just as much. Hunting wasn’t so bad, only because his dad closed down the machine shop every year during muzzleloader, bow, and gun season. Turner enjoyed the time away from work though he wished he could spend the free time pursuing things that interested him, not his father. Stalking animals and then having to gut and haul away the meat made him feel sick to his stomach. Turner really wanted to hang out with his friends, waterski, and play video games. However, those things weren’t on the list of approved activities by his overbearing father.
    He’d considered moving out of his childhood home several times, yet each time he got close, ended up staying. With only a high school education and limited job skills of working at the machine shop, financially, he was stuck under the eaves of 145 Windsong Lane at least for the foreseeable future. Living life alone was expensive. He’d researched all available rental houses and trailers in Hot Spring County, but without a roommate, would never be able to swing the bills on the paltry paycheck his father handed him each Friday afternoon.
    Besides, the thought of living with any of his friends made him cringe. None of his three closest friends would even have been considered roommate material. They were all slobs, interested only in online gaming and eating. The only other person he’d actually contemplated sharing space with was his ex-girlfriend, Jesse Parker.
    A twinge of sadness at the mere thought of Jesse made tears form. Wiping them away, he sighed. God, how he missed her. Well, he really missed the old Jesse, not the one she’d turned into. His high school sweetheart—a girl with long, thick honey-colored hair, quick smile and ability to laugh and not take life seriously. Jesse had been the perfect girlfriend until the last few