“Shit!” Zola’s quiet curse had everyone dashing for the tent. “What? What? Who’s dead? What’s wrong?” Benj barreled through the zippered flap with Deck tumbling after. Yeller and Nat stood back, trying to see what was happening around the squirming bodies. “Get the fuck out!” Zola screamed, pushing for Benj and Deck to leave. “Out! … Continue reading Polaris Skies: Ch 7