A buzzing sound, like an army of angry wasps filled the air.
One blast, then two more echoed in our ears.
Spinning, rattling and hissing, a deadly snake flew off a small hill and spun to the ground.
Done, grandson Brent unloaded a shotgun.
"You okay, Maddie?" he asked.
"I think so," she answered in a trembly voice.
Daughter-in-law Gail held out her hand. "Y'all have had a long drive and now this. So, why don't we sit on the deck? You can unpack later."