Crack!
Blam!
Massimoâs gunshots were getting farther away as I ran farther from the house â
And then I tripped.
Something small and unforgiving caught my shin, and I toppled face-first to the ground.
I grunted and pushed up against the mud and wet pine needles so I was on my hands and knees.
When I looked back, I saw a thin line a foot above the ground.
A wire â ?!
Then I felt something step on the gun in my right hand, pinning it to the ground and crushing my finger in the trigger guard.
I looked up in panic to see a man towering above me.
He wore an alpine hat â the type with the side brims slightly folded up.
In his hands, he held a rifle with a huge scope.
I couldnât make out much of his face in the shadows â
But I heard him as he whispered, âShhhhh.â
So I screamed my head off.
âMASSIMO!â
âFräulein,â the man sighed â
Then brought the butt of his rifle down on my face.