Sacrifice For Freedom
The gunshot bounced off the mountains on either side as the sound carried down the valley.
Mark paused, then shrugged. “Not like anyone will know where to come, right?” He smiled as he wiped his free hand on his gray over shirt.
“Yo… you don’t have to do this, man. People will know—“
“How? Unless you tell them.”
“No, man, I wouldn’t do that. I’ll get the chair, too.”
“Good. Remember that the next time you open your mouth. He wanted to take us back.”
His friend nodded and turned back to the boot sticking over a fallen tree.