Chapter EightFrom somewhere amongst the trees, an owl hooted and Charlie jumped, breathing hard. Quincy, close by, chuckled. “Jesus, you sure is spooked.”
“That's a horrible sound, to be sure,” mumbled Charlie, squatting down next to the fence skirting the silent house which loomed ahead of them. The clouds were thick that night, not a star revealed, a fact which would help them to remain unseen. Nevertheless, as Charlie checked the load of his revolver, his hands shook. Mere inches away, Quincy chuckled again. “Let's just get this over and done with.”
The two men, crouching low, moved along the fence, separating the house from the path running alongside, searching for a gate. When they could not find one, Quincy slapped his friend hard on the shoulder before hauling himself over, droppi
