A Hill Overlooking a Old Abandoned Cemetery Somewhere Else in Rural Nebraska, Sunday Night
"I can't believe we're doing this," Jo said from where she was laid out on her belly, rifle propped against the side of the hill aimed at the gravestones.
Ellen didn't lower her night-vision binoculars, neither of them had asked Ash which truck they'd fallen off the back of. "You're the one who wants to be a hunter. That means doing things like this. Check the south east, near the entrance."
Jo did. "I know that." Just some leaves. "It just feels kind of weird to be doing it now. Today."
"I know, but we didn't pick this weekend for a Vorpal Hare to start chowing down on people." Ellen paused before adding dryly. "Besides, if we were hunting the Easter Bunny, we'd get some chocolate out of the deal."
"Mom!"
Ellen didn't lower her night-vision binoculars, neither of them had asked Ash which truck they'd fallen off the back of. "You're the one who wants to be a hunter. That means doing things like this. Check the south east, near the entrance."
Jo did. "I know that." Just some leaves. "It just feels kind of weird to be doing it now. Today."
"I know, but we didn't pick this weekend for a Vorpal Hare to start chowing down on people." Ellen paused before adding dryly. "Besides, if we were hunting the Easter Bunny, we'd get some chocolate out of the deal."
"Mom!"