Alabama Moon by Watt Key

Author:Watt Key
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781429987653
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)

I told Kit to take off his shoes so we could walk quieter. We slipped through the forest until I heard Sanders moan. I looked back at Kit and raised my hand so he would hold still while I moved closer. He nodded, and I turned in my feet so that I stood on only the outside edges of them. After getting my bearings, I began to lift and place them slowly into the leaves, watching where each foot went. I ducked under branches and twisted around bushes like someone in slow motion.

When I had traveled about fifty yards, I saw movement ahead of me. I stepped sideways to put a large tree between myself and whatever it was. I looked back to check on Kit, but I couldn’t see him through the brush. Sanders moaned again, and I felt my neck hairs rise.

I reached the tree and peered around it. Sanders was lying on his back next to Deer Creek. His eyes were closed and his stomach heaved up and down. His clothes were torn and muddy and grass-stained from where he’d been sliding and rolling down hills. He was covered with scrapes, and a T-shirt that he had been using to clean them was beside him, stained with blood. He still had his gun belt on, and the pistol was snapped into the holster.

I stayed behind the tree for a few minutes, listening to him breathe and trying to figure out how to get the pistol. Once again I imagined snares and pits and rope swings and giant crashing logs. It wasn’t long before I had the perfect plan in my head. I turned around carefully and slowly made my way back.

Kit and I returned to the top of the ridge about two hundred yards down the valley. We then made our way to the creek again where it ran swift between steep banks. I found two long pieces of wisteria vine and worked with them for a while before Kit spoke. “What are you going to do?” he asked.

“Snare him.”

“How?”

I pointed at a large log lying a few feet away. “Roll that over here,” I told him.

Kit got behind the log and began pushing it towards me. I made a lasso out of one of the vines and placed it in a deer trail that ran the edge of the creek. I tied the other end of the lasso to one end of the log. Finally, I took the other vine and tied it to the log as well.

The two of us got under the log, and with all of our strength we stood it up against a tree near the creek edge, with the end I had tied the vines to in the air. I pointed to some bushes a few yards off the deer trail. “You get in those bushes,” I told Kit. “When Sanders trips on that lasso loop, you jerk hard on the other vine.”

Kit stared at me blankly.

“It’ll work,” I reassured him. “Just pull hard.

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