A YEAR UNDERFOOT – entry #81

A Year Underfoot

 

November 7th, 2033

It’s late in the afternoon and I’m dug in about ten miles south of Wolfe’s camp. The warbirds have been flying low and slow over the area all afternoon, and I’m afraid they know what they’re looking for. They haven’t quite zeroed in on the Wolfe’s location, but they do seem to be paying particular attention to the west side of the valley and coming closer to their camp with each passing sweep.

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About paul nevins

Fiction writer, reader and baseball fan.
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