“Uhh, this is taking forever. How long does this river flow for?” Apparently Nate was the more nature friendly person compared to Cat. She worked hard and enjoyed the more arts and craft things to do. However, when it came to gathering roots or hiking for long distances she became a complainer.
“We are almost there.” The little pond was just the end of a small river that came from a lake farther out. The lake was fed from a river then formed in the mountains due to the runoff from the snowy hills.
We had cleared a few blocked passages, typical trees blocking the path or rocks building on a small curve in the river. Once we got to the lake we would have cleared off as much as we could. Hopefully the amount of water would be enough until we got the money to buy a few more acres.
There were a few pieces of land that blocked my piece of property from the actual lake. I wasn’t sure how much it would cost to buy all the land, but I was guessing at least a hundred grand minimum. It would be worth it to allow for such a huge piece of natural water for the cult.
“Hey who are they?” Cat was trailing behind me, trying to follow in my footsteps to not trip over another tree root. So when she noticed something that my enhanced sense didn’t pick up on it made me worry.
“Get down.” If I didn’t hear them, then they were sneaking up on us. If I didn’t see them it meant they were trailing us. Doing both of those at once made it unlikely they just happened to be following our trail.
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“What the hell is your problem? It is probably just someone out hunting or hiking or something.” I pushed her down and behind a tree when I finally caught sight of the small group. I put my finger to my mouth to attempt to quiet her down and get her to stop struggling.
Whether it was my nerves getting to me or my enhanced vision but these guys seemed like they were armed to the teeth. Shotguns, pistols, and several knives covered each of the small group of six.
The small group consisted of all white guys, average age being around early thirties. They looked to be laughing and chatting about hunting. One was talking about finally getting to hang a head on his wall. Another joked about cooking it right here in the woods. Perhaps I was being overly cautious, maybe this was just a few guys out in the woods hunting deer. But I couldn’t help but trust the knot in my gut that told me something was wrong. Whether it was Myc’s instincts or mine, I preferred caution.
“Hey, you guys own this land.” Cat decided that I was being paranoid. So taking charge of the situation like a grown adult might she proceeded to stand out in the open. Which is when the six guys pulled up their guns and started making threats.
“Where the fuck is Matt?” The biggest of the six amigos grabbed the shotgun strapped on his back.
“Where is your brother, bitch?” The littlest grabbed the hand gun from his holster.
“Where is he?” This one was apparently the de facto leader, as he grabbed the knife from its place on his belt and walked toward Cat. He took each step slow and with purpose, the guy looked older than the rest. The blade twirled in his fingers like flowing water, whoever this guy was he was trained and probably dangerous. “Tell me where the hell Matt is? And I may leave you in fewer pieces.”
He brandished the knife threateningly across Cat’s throat, small drops of blood dripped down her neck on the blade.
You will need to do something now.
“Fine, although I don’t think she is going to like what I do to these guys.”