pig pen. He turned back to watch the road, hearing Ian and Jennifer moving the pigs in the trailer. Hearing grunting behind him, Lance spun around to see a sow moving around the field. “He could’ve told me he was letting the others go now,” Lance huffed.
“Getting the goats,” Jennifer called out, panting over the radio.
Looking down the road, Lance shook his head. “Four more coming down the road,” he called back.
Lance watched the group coming at him in a trot. “What the hell,” he said, looking at the bodies still burning. He couldn’t hear Ian and Jennifer. Easing back, Lance studied the group and noticed they avoided the fire and charged the fence reaching out at the pigs that were walking around the pasture now.
“They’ve changed,” he said, raising his rifle and snapping off four shots. Walking over, he squirted them down then lit them up.
“Done,” Ian called out over the radio.
Lance looked down the road and didn’t see any more stinkers. “Moving to you,” he said, turning around and jogged back. He stopped by the Hummer and found Ian and Jennifer panting. “Sorry I didn’t help.”
“Fuck that,” Jennifer said, getting up. “You shot the stinkers before they got close.”
Lance glanced over his shoulder and saw the first fire dying down. “They charged the fence trying to get the cows and pigs,” he said, ejecting his magazine and putting in a full one. “You two rest; then, we’ll leave.”
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Ian said and stood to look around.
“I want you two to rest for a few more minutes; then, we will just stop, and I’ll get the other truck,” he said, seeing the two were still breathing hard. “We will leave the shit there.”
“Fine by me,” Jennifer said, pulling her drinking tube off her vest.
Moving over to the Hummer Lance opened the door. “You two doing okay?” he asked, looking at Allie and Carrie.
“Yeah,” Carrie said and smiled. “Lance, can you catch that little goat?” she asked, pointing behind him.
Turning around, Lance saw a small black and white goat. “That’s a kid; where’s his momma?”
“In the trailer. Ian couldn’t catch him,” Allie said, sticking her head out. “Please, Lance, he’s so cute, and his momma is coming with us.” Looking at Lance with sad eyes, Allie poked out her bottom lip.
Letting out a sigh, he said, “Keep an eye out.” He pushed his rifle to his side so it was hanging under his arm. Easing over to the baby goat, Lance cooed, making the baby goat stare at him.
Watching Lance ease up to the baby goat, Jennifer shook her head. “Told you they would get Lance to catch it.”
“He needs to grow some balls and learn to tell them no,” Ian huffed. “I almost shot the damn thing when it jumped out of the trailer.”
When Lance got close, he reached for the goat, and it took off running. “Oh, you little bastard,” he growled and took off after it. For ten minutes, he chased it around the yard and finally dove at it, trying to catch it. Coming up with a face full of dirt, Lance stood, glaring at the goat. “Dino,” he called out in a low voice.
Dino trotted over, panting, and looked up at Lance. “Hold,” Lance said, pointing at the baby goat. Letting out a gruff, Dino lunged, and the baby goat squealed as it took off running. When the goat tried to turn, Dino just ran it over then grabbed the goat by the head and held it on the ground.
As Lance walked over with a smile, Ian shook his head. “I should’ve thought of that,” he said as Lance picked the goat up and patted Dino’s head. Ian looked over at the Hummer and saw both girls with looks of shock on their face. “Serves them right.”
Lance came over and tossed the goat in the trailer. “Ready?”
“Been ready,” Jennifer said, heading to the Hummer. “You could’ve said no.”
“Don’t even start,” he snapped and looked at Ian. “We’re leaving the gates open. I’ll ride in the back, so just
“Getting the goats,” Jennifer called out, panting over the radio.
Looking down the road, Lance shook his head. “Four more coming down the road,” he called back.
Lance watched the group coming at him in a trot. “What the hell,” he said, looking at the bodies still burning. He couldn’t hear Ian and Jennifer. Easing back, Lance studied the group and noticed they avoided the fire and charged the fence reaching out at the pigs that were walking around the pasture now.
“They’ve changed,” he said, raising his rifle and snapping off four shots. Walking over, he squirted them down then lit them up.
“Done,” Ian called out over the radio.
Lance looked down the road and didn’t see any more stinkers. “Moving to you,” he said, turning around and jogged back. He stopped by the Hummer and found Ian and Jennifer panting. “Sorry I didn’t help.”
“Fuck that,” Jennifer said, getting up. “You shot the stinkers before they got close.”
Lance glanced over his shoulder and saw the first fire dying down. “They charged the fence trying to get the cows and pigs,” he said, ejecting his magazine and putting in a full one. “You two rest; then, we’ll leave.”
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Ian said and stood to look around.
“I want you two to rest for a few more minutes; then, we will just stop, and I’ll get the other truck,” he said, seeing the two were still breathing hard. “We will leave the shit there.”
“Fine by me,” Jennifer said, pulling her drinking tube off her vest.
Moving over to the Hummer Lance opened the door. “You two doing okay?” he asked, looking at Allie and Carrie.
“Yeah,” Carrie said and smiled. “Lance, can you catch that little goat?” she asked, pointing behind him.
Turning around, Lance saw a small black and white goat. “That’s a kid; where’s his momma?”
“In the trailer. Ian couldn’t catch him,” Allie said, sticking her head out. “Please, Lance, he’s so cute, and his momma is coming with us.” Looking at Lance with sad eyes, Allie poked out her bottom lip.
Letting out a sigh, he said, “Keep an eye out.” He pushed his rifle to his side so it was hanging under his arm. Easing over to the baby goat, Lance cooed, making the baby goat stare at him.
Watching Lance ease up to the baby goat, Jennifer shook her head. “Told you they would get Lance to catch it.”
“He needs to grow some balls and learn to tell them no,” Ian huffed. “I almost shot the damn thing when it jumped out of the trailer.”
When Lance got close, he reached for the goat, and it took off running. “Oh, you little bastard,” he growled and took off after it. For ten minutes, he chased it around the yard and finally dove at it, trying to catch it. Coming up with a face full of dirt, Lance stood, glaring at the goat. “Dino,” he called out in a low voice.
Dino trotted over, panting, and looked up at Lance. “Hold,” Lance said, pointing at the baby goat. Letting out a gruff, Dino lunged, and the baby goat squealed as it took off running. When the goat tried to turn, Dino just ran it over then grabbed the goat by the head and held it on the ground.
As Lance walked over with a smile, Ian shook his head. “I should’ve thought of that,” he said as Lance picked the goat up and patted Dino’s head. Ian looked over at the Hummer and saw both girls with looks of shock on their face. “Serves them right.”
Lance came over and tossed the goat in the trailer. “Ready?”
“Been ready,” Jennifer said, heading to the Hummer. “You could’ve said no.”
“Don’t even start,” he snapped and looked at Ian. “We’re leaving the gates open. I’ll ride in the back, so just
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