Rick was rooted to the ground, staring off into the night.
Tracy painted the trees with the flashlight, trying to see what was out there. “Hurry the fuck up, man. This shit ain’t funny. It’s time to boogie the fuck out of here.”
“Well, shine the fucking light back over here so I can see what the hell I’m doing,” Aaron shot back. He cranked the jack back down once Tracy gave him some light to work with. “Look guys, if whatever is making that sound is wild, they won’t come close to us. They’re more afraid of us than we are of them. We should—”
“I doubt that shit,” Rick blurted out. “Just hurry.”
“There’re probably some coon hunters out tonight running dogs. That’s all....
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