Babes in the Woods (The He-Man Women Haters Club Book 2) by Chris Lynch

Author:Chris Lynch [Lynch, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781480404809
Publisher: Open Road Media Teen & Tween
Published: 2013-03-26T04:00:00+00:00

9 Power Play

AS EXPECTED, I DIDN’T find any He-Man Women Haters in our little tent city. And it wasn’t hard to figure out where they were. I just followed the music.

It wasn’t blasting, but it was coming through loud enough that I knew before I even got there that there was a party going on over at Lundquist Lodge. Yet when I did reach the clearing, I was surprised all over again.

First by the shot.

Pop-bang. The pellet sailed right past me and exploded with a grand azure splash all over the birch trunk behind me.

“All right, I’ve had just about all I’m going to take of this,” I hollered as I lay belly to the ground. “Not only is it degrading and probably illegal for everybody who feels like it to keep hunting me for sport, but has it occurred to any of you that I am the leader of this club?”

There were two distinct rounds of laughter before I heard the next round of gunfire.

Pop-bang. Same tree. But this time it was a nice frog-belly green splat.

“Friend or foe?” Wolf called.

“Now, there’s a joke,” I answered. “What’s the difference, as far as you’re concerned?”

“If you say foe, I shoot you. For obvious reasons. If you say friend, I shoot you. For my own amusement.”

“Jerome,” Steven called. “Don’t listen to him. Come on in, I won’t let him shoot you.”

“Thanks, Stev—” I was standing already, dusting myself off when I heard it. But by now I was pretty familiar with the old pop-bang. I hit the deck before it came to the bang part.

“I’m going back to get the brothers,” I threatened.

“Cease fire,” Steven immediately called.

I cautiously made my way to their post out in front of Lundquist Lodge.

“Nice to see you alive again,” I said as I approached Steven. More than just surviving, he looked happier and more relaxed than I had ever seen him before. He lay there, completely reclined in one of the chaise lounges, with Wolf right next to him in the other one. Music from the local country station wafted out the window of the trailer behind them, and the boys were sipping Coke out of two-liter bottles with straws.

“Bonding today, guys?”

“Well you know,” Wolf said, “you’d be amazed how close a couple of He-Men can get while roughing it under such brutal conditions.”

Quite brutal. The rain had stopped, the sun was beaming down in a private little column on just the two of them. I expected a double rainbow to arc over them any second.

“And you even trained yourselves to shoot intruders without leaving your lounges,” I mentioned as I joined them, taking up the one vacant seat—the empty wheelchair.

“I already knew how,” Steven said. “This is the kind of stuff you learn when you hunt with the Lundquists. Most days, to them hunting means lying right here with the TV propped up on a rock and taking the occasional shot at whatever happens to come within range.”

“Which wouldn’t figure to be much,” Wolf guessed.

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