14. Home StretchA Chapter by Craig2591Chrissy prepares to make a run for it.When Emily found out that Chrissy was going to leave her with the Hershbergers she threw her arms around her and started to cry, “No, Chrissy! Please! Don't do it!”
“It's okay, Squirt,” she reassured her, “You'll be safe with the Hershbergers. Don't be afraid.”
“But, I'm not afraid for me. I'm afraid for you!”
Chrissy felt a lump form in her throat. “Hey, Kid. You know I'm a survivor. I'll get through and come back with help to get you. You'll see. Now, why don't you go play with Rebecca for awhile.”
“You won't leave without telling me?”
“I promise.”
“C'mon, Emily,” said Rebecca in an attempt to cheer her up, “Want to help me gather the eggs?”
As the two girls headed for the chicken coop Micah smiled and said, “I think Rebecca's found a new friend.”
He unfolded a county road map on the table. “Now, the quickest way out of Spencer County is over the Spencer River. And the closest bridge is in a little town called Sycamore. Here's where we are,” he pointed. He started tracing along a line with his finger. “If you follow this road East about two miles, it dead-ends into McMillan road here. That's a fairly well traveled road. Go North on McMillan for about eight miles to River Road. Now, we don't get out that way much so I'm not familiar with the area. It's quite a trip by horse and buggy. But if you follow River Road for about six miles you'll come to the bridge at Sycamore. Cross that bridge and you're in the next county and out of Sheriff Horst's jurisdiction. Of course, those drug dealers can still come after you, but they won't have Sheriff Horst's protection anymore.”
“It looks like about a fifteen to twenty minute drive,” commented Chrissy.
“There's more,” he added, “When I was eighteen years old, some of my friends and I took jobs at a construction site as laborers over that way. Every morning an English fellow would pick us up in his van and drive us to the site. As I recall, we passed a State Police post about two or three miles after the bridge... right about here,” he pointed to a spot on the map, “That was a long time ago, but I imagine it's still there.
Chrissy looked at him wide eyed. “State Police?! That's who I need to talk to! I can trust them better than another sheriff.”
“Yes, but, that's the shortest route out of the county and you can be sure your enemies will be watching it closely. I think you need to find another way.”
“But I need to get to that State Police post,” said Chrissy.
Micah shook his head. “I think it's too risky, Chrissy,” he argued.
“If we could create some sort of a diversion. Something to draw them away.” She grew thoughtful for several moments. Then she looked at Micah with an evil smile. “And I think I know just how you're going to do that.”
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3 Reviews Added on October 25, 2013 Last Updated on October 25, 2013 Tags: mother/daughter, motorcycle, chase, roadtrip, Amish, adopted, adoption, drugs, drug gang, gangsters AuthorCraig2591OHAboutI am a visual artist with no formal training in creative writing. I get stories knocking around my head and sometimes I write them down. I decided to join this site to share them with other writers .. more..Writing
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