“Jesus,” said Nick, raising the g*n. “I mean, did he lead us here on purpose, or what? How is that even—”
“Possible?” Selena chuckled, eyeing the predator cautiously. “How is anything possible— from elephants to earthworms.” And she went to the girl.
Nick aimed at the raptor. “But how did—how could you have—” He tightened his finger on the trigger.
But Jim was already gone—pow, like that—flitting back into the grass, pausing once to look back. He lowered the rifle.
“I didn’t,” said Selena, “if you want to know the truth. Know, that is.” She held her hand out for the rifle. “I felt it; in a way I can’t possibly explain. You know, like how you get all dreamy when you stare at the fields. You’re going to have to get the girl, by the way. She’s really stuck.”
He handed her the rifle. “Yea
