Close Up and Away

"Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up."

"Will you be quiet?" I liked her screwy humor, but not right now. We'd heard too much, they were looking for us, and she was sitting out in the open. I scanned the area. How close were we? Were we safe?

Still, she was right. We hitched a farm truck this far. If they knew, we'd already be dead. I was the paranoid one.

Dad's cabin wasn't far away. We could hide there a long time. Nobody knew about it, not even her, and it had a well and months of food. We'd survive.