Firing Squad
By Rick Roberts
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Ben Wilson is a young man on the run. Fleeing into the South Carolina swampland after a terrible mistake, Ben is not prepared for what he will find. Gators and snakes arent the only things lurking in the low country swamps.
Will he be caught? Can he find relief from his guilt? Will he face execution? Will he find life before death?
Firing Squad is a story of suspense, intrigue, surprises, and fascinating characters. Join the adventure as Ben discovers that life is full of the unexpected.
Rick Roberts
Rick Roberts is a 40-year veteran of the rock’n’roll wars. He began his recording career in 1970 with the Flying Burrito Brothers and was a major contributor to their last two albums. He went on to do two solo albums and then form the well-known band Firefall in 1974, with whom he played for seven years during their heyday. He has also been a member of Stephen Stills’ band and Linda Ronstadt’s band during his career, and has been awarded two platinum and four gold albums for his efforts. He has had over 60 of his compositions recorded and performed by such artists as The Burritos, Firefall, Stephen Stills, Linda Ronstadt, Barry Manilow, The Dirt Band, and numerous others. He is the composer of the hit songs “Just Remember I Love You”, “You Are The Woman”, “Strange Way”, “Colorado”, and several more that graced the Top 40 at one time or another. His compositions have over 13 million airplays world-wide. After suffering a debilitating brain injury in 2006 which left him in jeopardy of never walking again, it took him nearly four years of intense physical therapy to walk again without crutches or other aids. Rick currently lives and works in Longmont, Colorado with his wife, Mary, and their two dogs (Donovan and Maggie) and two cats (Bean and Minky). Rick is currently playing with his new band, Rick Roberts And Winter Rose. Visit Rick on his website at: www.rickrobertsmusic.com.
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Firing Squad - Rick Roberts
Copyright © 2012 Rick Roberts
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ISBN: 978-1-4497-6548-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4497-6849-2 (ebk)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2012915765
WestBow Press rev. date: 9/10/2012
CONTENTS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS:
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
EPILOGUE:
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
For my Lord, Jesus,
who gave His all for me
that I might give my all
for Him.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS:
I want to thank best friend, Patti, who also happens to be my wife of 38 years. She endured the hours of my preoccupation with this project and proof-read everything for me and offered helpful insights.
I also want to thank my son, Joel, who squeezed the time out of his busy schedule to do the cover art for the book. I am amazed at his artistic insight.
Finally, I want to thank my daughter, Hannah, for her excitement and encouragement when she found out I was planning to publish this story.
PROLOGUE
He leaned against the post with a mixture of relief and disappointment; excitement and fear. Relief, because the moment had finally arrived. Disappointment, because it fell short of his expectations. But then, reality seldom measures up to a person’s illusions. Naturally, a man would fear death; the unknown factors. How can a man know in reality what death holds?
What will it feel like? How long will I suffer before the nothingness of death swallows me?
But what excited him, what he so desired, was the relief he hoped to find in death. Justice would be served. But more importantly, he would be free of this guilt. It would all be over.
The guard approached holding a drab piece of cloth.
No! No blindfold. And please don’t tie me to the post. I’m not going anywhere. I want this.
The guard looked to his superior who, after a moment’s hesitation, nodded the okay.
Twenty yards away five skilled marksmen nervously awaited the order to execute judgment.
A shudder ran the length of his body. Fear? Anticipation? Both! This was the fate he had chosen. This is what he had requested.
His knees grew weak; his breath became shallow; his mouth went dry; his chin began to tremble.
Let’s end this! Get it over with!
Finally the countdown came.
Ready!
Here it comes.
He held his breath.
Aim!
I can’t wait to be free.
Fire!
BANG!
Huh? No! This can’t be happening!
CHAPTER 1
Hey, watch me
, Ben chirped. He spread his arms like a tightrope walker and wobbled across the railing. He and his cousins, Randy and Steven, were playing on their grandfather’s boat trailer in the back yard. They were taking turns walking the circumference of the trailer, balancing on the rails.
Look at me. I’m a famous acroba— Whoa!
Ben’s foot slipped. He tumbled from the rail, arms and legs flailing wildly. He landed stomach first on the big round part in the middle of the axle. He didn’t know what it was called, but he remembered how it felt. All of the air was pushed out of his lungs. He tried to draw in some air, but it wouldn’t come. He panicked! He was sure he was dying. He turned terrified eyes to his cousins, who stood motionless, staring at him. He tried again to take a breath. After a few desperate tries, with his cousins still gawking, he finally got a squeak of air. Then, after a labored moment, another. Slowly, with strained effort, another came. The squeaks were growing longer - like the sound of air screaming from a balloon when his dad would blow it up and pinch the valve and slowly let the air out. He looked up pleadingly to find his cousins doubled over and laughing hysterically.
Listen to Benny making those funny noises!
Randy giggled. Haw! Haw! How do you do that, Benny?
Steven tried to imitate the sound, and they laughed even harder.
Finally, after fifteen minutes of effort, though it seemed much, much longer, Ben managed to get his breath. His cousins had run off, Ben assumed, to show their friends their imitation of Benny’s squeaking sound. Ben limped to grandmamma’s house. Grandmamma always made him feel better.
A sharp pain and another wheezing sound forced Ben back to the present, and the childhood memory faded. The pounding of his feet and wheezing of his lungs were the only sounds he could hear. But fear drove him forward.
Ohhh!
His sides were cramping — no, they were tearing, he thought. Oh. I’m dying.
The world was turning dark. He fell to his knees. His forearms crashed into the ground. Twigs and dirt drove into his elbows, but he barely noticed. He had to get air into his lungs.
Can’t breathe!
Gasp! Ohhh, I can’t breathe. Gotta stop. Gotta rest. Gotta hide.
He had been running for what seemed like days. Actually, it was only three hours, but his aching muscles said much longer. He had run as fast as he could for as long as he could, but he felt like he was running through quicksand. The urgency of his predicament called for speed, and lots of it.
Running was not exactly his favorite pastime. He had joined the track team back in high school, but he didn’t stay with it. Running seemed like a pointless activity, particularly the long distance running. Now, he wished he had stuck with it, if for no other reason, to prepare him for this day.
His heart was thumping so hard he could see it beating through his shirt. Boom-ba. Boom-ba. Boom-ba. Boom! His lungs felt like the air had been vacuumed from them. Each gasp strained through his windpipe with a labored wheezing sound. Every breath brought another shocking, stabbing pain. His chest felt like it was pressed in a tight band. Squeezing! Crushing! He thought he might die - suffocate.
He felt like throwing up. Then, he did. A couple of times. He was hoping, just hoping that he was far enough away from his pursuers. For a fleeting moment, he didn’t care. He just needed to get a few deep breaths. But the deeper he breathed, the worse it hurt.
Breathe slowly. Easy. Just keep your head.
Gradually, after what seemed an eternity of gasping for air like a goldfish on the floor, his world started to come back into focus. His labored breathing began to take on a somewhat normal pace, but he had no time to enjoy it. He had to move on.
He was in the middle of a corn field. The corn wasn’t high. It was still early in the season. But if he kept low and didn’t move the stalks, he might make it to the edge of the endless fields of yellow gold and find a place to hide in the woods. Several times he stopped momentarily and peeked above the growth to see if anyone was following. He hadn’t seen anyone, hadn’t heard anything, but he knew they probably wouldn’t be far behind.
As he lay still on the ground gasping and wheezing, he tried to listen over the noises of his own body. He could barely hear anything but the pounding of the blood pulsing through his bulging veins.
God, how long have I been running? How far have I gotten? I wonder if anyone has discovered her body yet? Maybe she didn’t die. Oh God, I hope she didn’t die. But she sure looked dead. I wonder how far they are behind me.
He didn’t know, but he sure couldn’t wait around to find out. He had to quickly put as much distance as possible between himself and Murrells Inlet – and never go back.
Oh, no!
Ben gasped. Off in the distance he heard voices. Were they looking for him? Was it the police or some vigilante mob formed in a frenzy to catch this killer? Or was it just some farmers checking their fields? He didn’t really want to know. He just wanted to be away from here. He began to crawl, staying as low to the ground as he could. Several times he was tempted to take a peek, especially when there was a change in the voices. Were they getting closer? Were they getting farther away? Were they far away and yelling, or were they close and talking softly? The suspense was driving him crazy. The pain in his lungs was still severe. His legs were on fire, cramping up with charlie horses. He couldn’t get up and run now if his life depended on it. And it probably did!
He crawled back and forth. Up one row a few feet, then across another a few feet. Sometimes he doubled back and changed direction, depending on where the voices seemed to be coming from. He bumped a stalk and it shook.
Over there,
someone shouted, across the field on the left. I saw something move.
The silent fugitive panicked. He jumped up, crouching as much as he could and still run. Lucky for him, the charlie horses had released the muscles in his legs. He dashed through the higher stalks, hitting every