Harriet looked around for a
place to hide, but what good would that do? She could hear the panting of the
dog now and the pounding of its paws on the grassy path behind them.
It
was within a hundred yards and closing fast.
“You
all run,” said Robert. “I’ll stay and fight it off.”
“You
crazy!” said Henry. “That animal will kill you!”
“Get
outta here!” Robert yelled.
Harriet
began pushing everyone else to run. “Let’s go!” she said. Her voice held with
conviction, but her heart was aching at the thought of Robert’s sacrifice.
Zammie took two steps when something caught his eye in the
moonlight.
“Where you going, Zammie?” asked Kyla.
Zammie picked up a large branch that had fallen from a
tree. He ran it back to Robert and held it up to him.
“My uncle used a broom handle to beat down a Doberman once
when it was attacking my cousin,” said Zammie. “Maybe you can use this on this dog.”
Robert took the tree branch and held it like an axe. It was
a little shorter than a broom handle but it was thick like the fat end of a
baseball bat and just as firm.
“You get goin’, boy,” said Robert. “I don’ want you ‘round
if I miss.”
“Then don’t miss,” said Zammie.
“Come on, Zammie!” said Kyla.
Zammie began running with Kyla back up the trail towards
Harriet, but his curiosity got the better of him. He stopped and turned back to
see the black and brown Bloodhound charging down on Robert.
“Come on, Zam . . .mie . . .” Kyla’s voice trailed off when
she saw the snarling animal jump towards Robert.
In the limited moonlight being filtered in through the
leafless branches it was difficult for the children to make out exactly what
happened next.
But the noise that was heard left little to the
imagination.
Robert stood his ground as the hound bore down on him. He
imagined he had a brand new rail-splitting mallet in his hands, and all he was
going to do was crack a perfect line straight down this monstrous stump.
He showed no fear to the animal as he wound back his arms,
but the awful, guttural barking of the dog was making his heart pound with
adrenaline.
Once it was within six feet the ninety-pound Bloodhound
leapt from the ground and headed straight for Robert’s exposed neck.
For a split-second Robert lost sight of the dog as it flew
through a shadow, but then he could see it clearly again as a pastel moonbeam
reflected off its eyes.
Robert
swung the branch with purpose and meaning. He had so much angst built up that he
began humming a high tone involuntarily for a second as he swung the piece of
lumber. He unleashed a lifetime’s worth of stored up pain, misery, and
humiliation; over thirty years of being locked down by his master while
believing he was capable of something more in this life.
-- "That Animal Will Kill You"
from Time Trip #2:
A Ride on the Underground Railroad
A Ride on the Underground Railroad
TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4
KILLING FOR COUNTRY
TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 2
A RIDE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 3
WITNESS TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
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