"Amber are you okay come on its pouring out here." I hear Brandy say. But her voice is interrupted by two things. Police sirens and the slam of the front door.
"Amber come on Frank needs us. Chiefs gone missing." As soon as my idiot brother finishes talking I look up and see Brandy holding a jacket above her head and Jackson running towards me. I stand up and grab some old boots in the stable. I jump back on Lucky who came back once the snake left. "You go look on the trail, Brady is going to look near the pond, I'm going to look in the barn and Frank is going to look around the house."
"Help me get on Buck." Was the last thing I heard Brandy say before running down the trail looking for my beloved best friend since Bo is a liar. I look everywhere calling his name. Now there's two parts to this trail you could go to either Bo's or some other farms. I honestly don't want to go to Bo's so I took door number 2.
"Amber wait up he's nowhere near the pond." Brandy actually ran up to me on Buck without falling off. "Where else can we look?"
"I don't know you go check by Bo's I'll go this way." I started going towards the second trail.
"Wait why don't you go to Bo's."
"Because...we...I just do it." I ran off before I gave her the chance to argue. I headed down the trail. It was fall so the leaves were on the ground and this trail is known for its beauty and grace but at the moment I was only thinking about one thing. Chief. Out of the abyss I hear what sounds like a dog whining more specifically my dog. I creep down behind a old wooden shack and I look over the yard and there's my boy.
"Chie-" I stopped because of what I saw. Chief had his foot caught in a bear trap. Those ones that dig there point sharp edges into the paws of bears. He also had blood dripping down his leg and running into a pool of blood. I could see the bone sticking out.
"Well looky what we have here. It's you, you damn thief." Crazy Dave was holding a shot gun and a beer bottle. He's drunk has my dog and a gun this will not end well if I don't do something. My first instinct was to run to Bo and watch as he's saves my boy but that option is long gone. I had few ideas but that all stopped by the sound of a twig snapping. I motioned for Brady to sit down and she did.
"What do we do?"
"I don't know." Then it hit me. Uncle Frank and Jackson. We got out of there as quiet and quickly as we possibly could. We rounded the hill and saw four faces. Uncle Frank, Jackson, sheriff Helen, and you guessed Bo.
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Coming home
عاطفيةThis story is one that have you keep guessing. I'm really not gonna tell you much wait did I tell you I forgot.
