Chapter 48

“Stay on the tire tracks,” he warned them. Soon, all nine of them were walking down the road slowly, being careful to walk in the right place.

Then Pauly spied the green stick. He turned to the team. “Back up about five yards,” he told them. Then he looked through the bushes for something heavy enough to spring the trap. “We need something hefty enough to spring this thing,” he told the team members. They all started to search. “Will this do?” one of the women asked after a few minutes. She had found a log about eighteen inches in length and four inches in diameter.

“Perfect,” Pauly said. “Now I merely have to hit the right spot.” His eyes searched the road ahead. There seemed to be a line across the road about fifteen feet in front of him.

“Come on, Tarelli,” he warned himself. “Get this right.”

He tossed the log toward the line but it landed just in front of it. He watched as it bounced ahead a few feet and the trap sprung.