Chapter 14 - The Final Confrontation
Clara climbed out of the root cellar into the crisp midnight air, the bright moonlight casting silver beams across the deserted yard. The helicopter was gone, but the broken fence and deep tire ruts in the pasture remained as scars of the assault. She hurried toward the back door of the cabin, her boots crunching on the gravel, terrified of what she might find inside.
She pushed the kitchen door open. Arthur and Martha were sitting at the wooden table, both looking exhausted but unharmed. Arthur was cleaning his shotgun with a rag, while Martha poured fresh coffee into mugs. They looked up as Clara entered with Maya sleeping peacefully in her arms.
"They pulled back," Arthur said, breaking into a tired, grim smile. "Victor Vance realized he couldn't storm the cabin without leaving bodies that the county sheriff would eventually investigate. But they haven't given up. They parked their Explorer at the end of our access road, blocking the highway exit."
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Clara set Maya down gently in a makeshift bassinet on the sofa, walking over to the table to lean against the back of a chair. "They're waiting us out. They think we have nowhere
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