Diminished hopes

“He wants to kill us.” Chloe panted, pointing in the direction from which she had come. “Phone…police… the boy… Aiden…Find him… please, help.”

“Miss? What are you talking about?” The man asked, rushing over to where Chloe was lying by the fire, but she had fainted.

“What do we do, Dave?” His wife asked, wringing her hands worriedly and glancing around them.

“Get my gun.” The man ordered his first son who sprang away with the agility of a lion to get the gun. This was turning out to be the best camping trip he had ever gone on with his family. He'd have stories to tell his friends.

“We’ll just wait for the lady to wake up and tell us what all this is about. Then we’ll give her a ride to town and inform the police if someone is after her life.” Dave said, while his wife fussed around Chloe, trying to make her more comfortable and trying to warm her up by covering her with blankets.