Shadow Men

They picked a moonlit night to make their escape because it was the only way. And now it was killing them. The first shot sizzled through the humid air as if it were underwater, and he heard it a millisecond before it found the muscled flesh of his sonis shoulder blade and made the ugly sound of a wet, dull punch.The boy gasped and stumbled, and his father caught him under the arm before he went down.iPapa'i his other son said from a few steps ahead, the fear in his young voice like an uncharacteristic cry. The father could see the pale glow of the younger boyis face in the moonlight and the outline of his body against the sky above the horizon, and he realized he had made targets of his sons. iDown, Steven!i he called out. iDown in the ditch!iAll three scrambled off the piled hump of Everglades muck and limestone marl and slid down the embankment to the edge of the water below. Two of them were breathing hard; the third was bubbling wet air and blood through the new hole in his lung. They did not need to speak. They had known instantly from the sound of the report who was hunting them, and they knew the odds of surviving. iRobert'i the father whispered, holding his seventeen- year-old son to him, now pressing his hand over the exit wound in the boyis chest to stop the ragged sound of death coming through his sweat-soaked shirt. iOh, God, Robert, forgive me for what I have brought you to.i The other boy moved across the dirt to them, his face so close he could feel his fatheris breath on his cheek. iPapa? Is Robert OK, Papa'i he said, and the father could feel the tears in his sonis voice but could not answer. He had never lied to his children, and he did not want to break that vow this close to the end. The father looked up to the high edge of the earthen berm they had all helped build, the foundation of the road they had all worked to create. Beyond it was a canvas of stars that had stunned them their first few nights out here in the wild Glades and then comforted them for weeks with a seeming physical closeness to God himself. But the clear crescent moon had betrayed them. The elevated roadbed was the only way back through the swamp to civilization. On a cloud- locked night it would have melded into the darkness and been impossible to follow to freedom. So they picked this night, planning to use the glint of moonlight on the canal water to guide them and the ribbon of black dirt to walk upon. iWe need to move, now, Steven,i the father said. iAcross the water. You are the strongest swimmer. Take your brotheris good arm and I will get his belt and we will sidestroke together. If we can get to the mangroves on the other side, God will give us cover.i He could feel his sonis head nod. He was the determined one, the one who thought all things possible, the one with the optimism and strength of youth. He would believe. The father took his shirt off, knotted it in the middle and put the lump of fabric over his sonis exit wound, then tied the ends over the entrance hole on the boyis back. His own tears were running now. iGet ready, Steven, we have to move quietly,i the father said, and then hesitated once more, feeling in his pocket for the gold watch of his own father and then slipping the thick disk deep down into his leather boot, hoping it might be protected there from the water. They slipped into the warm water and pushed slowly out. The satchels they carried floated at first. Their underwater strokes were both smooth and strong despite the load of the older boyis weight. They caught a rhythm and began to make progress. The second shot was from closer range and it tore through the fatheris satchel, causing the bundle to bob in the water. The marksman had mistaken it. They were more than halfway across, and as the other boy stroked harder, the father kicked stronger. In seconds their boots touched mud. The fatheris next stroke touched theKing, Jonathon is the author of 'Shadow Men' with ISBN 9780525948070 and ISBN 0525948074.