“Sounds like someone has started a war over there,” Parker leaned out of the trees and looked up the road past the house to the lights of a car sitting canted in the woods. “I think our posse found the aliens.”

“Well,” Lamar joined Parker, gazed towards the sound of the fight, then stepped out of the brush and onto the road. “I don’t think our friends will come for a second engagement.”

A prolonged flash lit the woods to the east of the house and the gunfire stopped. Parker climbed from the woods as the silence stretched ominously. The men stood on the road and looked north, waiting for the next shot and hoping the posse was still alive.

Lamar began walking to the house, slowly crossing the road and carefully stepping to the bottom of the ditch to the small field south of the house.

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He watched for the aliens, but it seemed they made a stand on their ship. Nothing moved in the visible area of the yard. Standing in the ditch, he wondered what the next move should be. Lamar had hoped he would make another significant dent in the alien population with the trap, but knew it had been a bitter hope with little chance for success. The aliens had to be smart or they would not have traveled in space, would never have gained the capability to be at this house tonight.

If they were intelligent, then it stood to reason that they would have a means of dealing with an attack that was decimating their ranks.

The scrape of shoe leather on dirt announced Parker’s presence.

“What do you think they’re doing?” Lamar did not look at his friend.

Scattered gunfire started again in the woods to the northeast of the house. Lamar sighed relief; he was thinking all the posse had died.

“Don’t know,” Parker shrugged. “It’s almost like they’re waiting.”