bells!â
Shouting, the Ratcliffs crowded into the room that for Wesley was swimming with stars. He rubbed the back of his head and tried to focus. Mostly he saw knees. Then Wesley looked up and realized the shotgun explosion had blasted a hole right through the screened door. âOh no!â he cried.
Everyone seemed to talk at the same time.
âWhat a dope!â said Ron.
âLord aâ mercy,â cried Mrs. Ratcliff. âThat could have gone through the wall into the kitchen.â
âAre you all right, honey?â Patsy asked.
âBloody hell!â Charles grabbed his brother, pulled him to his feet, and patted him up and down, searching for bullet holes. He exhaled with relief and for a split second he and Wesley smiled at each other. Then Charlesâs attitude turned furious. He shook Wesley by his collar. âDidnât I tell you not to touch the gun?â
âHold on a minute, Chuck. Give him some air.â Mr. Ratcliff reached out and propped Wesley up. âMary Lee, look at his eyes. Seem kind of crossed to me. Think the boyâs all right?â
Mrs. Ratcliff checked his arms and hands, assessed his face again, and then patted it gently. âHeâs fine, just shaken up a mite.â She smiled at Wesley. âWould have hated to send you home in a box, sugar.â
âWe best get going, then. Timeâs a-wasting.â Mr. Ratcliff leaned over and picked up the shotgun. âGood thing it wasnât a double-barrel,â he joked.
âWhat? Thatâs all youâre going to say?â Ron pointed at the hole in the screened door. âThat will cost a pretty penny to fix, Dad.â
âHush up, Ron,â Bobby snapped.
Mr. Ratcliff examined the door. âI have more screening in the shed. We can repair that wood and paint it. Considering what could have happened thereâs not much damage done. Give you a chance to practice your carpentry skills, Ron.â
âButâ¦Butâ¦â Ron sputtered.
âSon, I saw many a boyâgentle ones, bookish ones like Wesley hereâmake the exact same mistake in the Great War. They just shouldnât have been around guns to begin with. However, I do, as a matter of fact, have more to say.â
Mr. Ratcliff turned to the two oldest boys. âWhy was that gun loaded in the house? Chuck, isnât that the gun we gave you to use?â
Charlesâs mouth dropped open and his face flushed red. âIâ¦Iâ¦â
âItâs my fault, sir,â Bobby spoke up. âI loaded it to show Chuck how. I wasnât thinking.â
It was a lieâa wonderful, selfless lie for friendship. Itâs why Wesley and all the boys admired Bobby so much. But Charles wouldnât let Bobby take the fall for him. âBobby is trying to cover for me, Mr. Ratcliff. I did it myself.â
âHumph .â Mr. Ratcliff considered the pair a moment. âYou know a loaded gun in the house is dangerous? And plain old stupid?â
The two boys nodded.
âYouâre the oldest. I count on you two to be sensible, to set an example for the younger ones.â
The boys nodded.
âNever do that again.â
âWe wonât, sir,â Charles and Bobby replied in unison.
âSee that you donât,â he finished sternly. âLetâs go. Weâre going to miss our gobblers if we donât hurry.â
As the boys piled into the truckâs flatbed, neither Charles nor Bobby would look at or speak to their younger brothers.
Mr. Ratcliff drove fast toward Curles Neck and the oxbow loop the river made around Turkey Island. The roadâs speed limit had been lowered to thirty-five miles per hour to conserve gas, but he pushed the rattletrap truck faster. It was critical for them to be in position before complete daybreak, when the turkeys could see them and flee.
Wesley hunkered down against the cold wind. The two setters, Flynn and Buster, lay down
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