All that we heard from behind us was the constant boom of the shotguns being fired. I could feel the burning in my lungs of the frigid winter air as me and my friend, Jeremy, were running to the car in the black of night. As we made it to the car I glanced around, like a prairie dog, making sure that nothing was out of the order around us. I quickly noticed that nothing was around us and proceeded to enter the car. Upon entering the car I jammed the key into the ignition and smashed the key into the running position and quickly cranked the heat all the way up. I looked and Jeremy and said, “I can't wait for the summer so we will be able to stay and shoot with the old guys up there.” We were both frozen and ready to get home, so I put the transmission into reverse, cut the steering wheel hard to the left and smashed the gas pedal.
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I looked over at Jeremy, whose eyes where as big a silver dollars, and asked him to go look. As he got out of the car, I sat there, hands gripped to the steering wheel as if it were my father hanging off of a cliff. Jeremy got back into the car and handed my a piece of the taillight. I told Jeremy to stay in the car as I got out to look at the damage. As I was walking to the back of the car, I door from the clubhouse opened and the light from inside filled the night sky and blinded me. I made my way over to the figure and once in ear shot of him, I managed to get enough strength to ask him, “Is this your truck?” Once I made it to him I explained what had happened and we exchanged insurance information. Before I left, I told him once again how sorry I was, and like a man, I looked him in the eyes and give him a firm handshake then proceed out to the
I looked over at Jeremy, whose eyes where as big a silver dollars, and asked him to go look. As he got out of the car, I sat there, hands gripped to the steering wheel as if it were my father hanging off of a cliff. Jeremy got back into the car and handed my a piece of the taillight. I told Jeremy to stay in the car as I got out to look at the damage. As I was walking to the back of the car, I door from the clubhouse opened and the light from inside filled the night sky and blinded me. I made my way over to the figure and once in ear shot of him, I managed to get enough strength to ask him, “Is this your truck?” Once I made it to him I explained what had happened and we exchanged insurance information. Before I left, I told him once again how sorry I was, and like a man, I looked him in the eyes and give him a firm handshake then proceed out to the