Page 9 of A Bend in the Road

"You ain't gonna shoot us, are you?" he called out, obviously frightened.

"No, I'm not gonna shoot. Just set your guns by the door and come on down so I can talk to you."

For a minute Miles heard nothing, as if the kids inside were wondering whether or not to make a run for it. They weren't bad kids, Miles knew, just a little too rural for today's world. He was sure they'd rather run than have Miles bring them home to meet with their parents.

"Now come on out," Miles said into the microphone. "I just want to talk."

Finally, after another minute, two boys--the second a few years younger than the first--peeked out from either side of the opening where the front door used to be. Moving with exaggerated slowness, they set their guns off to the side and, hands thrust high in the air, stepped out. Miles suppressed a grin. Shaky and pale, they looked as if they believed they were going to be a source of target practice any second. Once they'd descended the broken steps, he stood from behind the car and holstered his gun. When they saw him, they stutter-stepped for a moment, then slowly continued forward. Both were dressed in faded blue jeans and torn-up sneakers, their faces and arms dirty. Country kids. As they inched forward, they kept their arms thrust above their heads, elbows locked. They'd obviously seen too many movies.

When they got close, Miles could see that both of them were practically crying.

Miles leaned against his car and crossed his arms. "You boys doin' some hunting?"

The younger one--ten, Miles guessed--looked to the older one, who met his gaze. They were clearly brothers.

"Yes, sir," they said in unison.

"What's in the house there?"

Again they looked at each other.

"Sparrows," they finally said, and Miles nodded.

"You can put your hands down."

Again they exchanged glances. Then they lowered their arms.

"You sure you weren't going after any owls?"

"No, sir," the older boy said quickly. "Just sparrows. There's a whole bunch of 'em in there."

Miles nodded again. "Sparrows, huh?"

"Yes, sir."

He pointed in the direction of the rifles. "Those twenty-twos?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's a little much for sparrows, isn't it?"

Their looks were guilty this time. Miles eyed them sternly.

"Now look... if you were owl hunting, I'm not gonna be too happy. I like owls. They eat the rats and the mice and even snakes, and I'd rather have an owl around than any of those creatures, especially in my yard. But I'm pretty sure from all that shooting you were doing that you didn't get him yet, now, did you?"

After a long moment, the young one shook his head.

"Then let's not try again, okay?" he said in a voice that brooked no disagreement. "It isn't safe to be shooting out here, not with the highway so close. It's also against the law. And that place isn't for kids. It's just about to fall down and you could get hurt in there. Now, you don't want me to talk to your parents, do you?"

"No, sir."

"Then you won't go after that owl again, will you? If I let you go, I mean?"

"No, sir."

Miles stared at them wordlessly, making sure he believed them, then nodded in the direction of the nearest homes. "You live out that way?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you walk or ride your bikes?"

"We walked."

"Then I'll tell you what--I'll get your rifles and you two get in the backseat. I'll give you a ride back home and drop you off down the street. And I'll let it go this time, but if I ever catch you out here again, I'm gonna tell your parents that I caught you before and warned you and that I'm gonna have to bring you both in, okay?"

Though their eyes widened at the threat, they both nodded gratefully.

After dropping them off, Miles made his way back to the school, looking forward to seeing Jonah. No doubt the boy would want to hear all about what just happened, though Miles first wanted to find out how things had gone that day.

And despite himself, he couldn't suppress a pleasant thrill at the thought of seeing Sarah Andrews again.

"Daddy!" Jonah screamed, running toward Miles. Miles lowered himself into position to catch his son just as he jumped. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Sarah had followed him out in a more sedate fashion. Jonah pulled back to look at him.

"Did you arrest anyone today?"

Miles grinned and shook his head. "Not so far, but I'm not finished yet. How'd it go in school today?"

"Good. Miss Andrews gave me some cookies."

"She did?" he asked, trying to watch her approach without being too obvious.

"Oreos. The good ones--Double Stuf."

"Oh, well, you can't ask for more than that," he said. "But how'd the tutoring go?"

Jonah furrowed his brow. "The what?"

"Miss Andrews helping you with your schoolwork."

"It was fun--we played games."

"Games?"

"I'll explain later," Sarah said, stepping up, "but we got off to a good start."

At the sound of her voice, Miles turned to face her and again felt pleasant surprise. She was wearing a long skirt and a blouse again, nothing fancy, but when she smiled, Miles felt the same strange fluttering he'd experienced when he'd first met her. It struck him that he hadn't fully appreciated how pretty she was the last time. Yes, he'd recognized the fact that she was attractive, and the same features immediately jumped out at him--the corn-silk hair, the delicately boned face, eyes the color of turquoise-- but today she looked softer somehow, her expression warm and almost familiar.

Miles lowered Jonah to the ground.

"Jonah, would you go wait by the car while I talk to Miss Andrews for a couple minutes?"

"Okay," he said easily. Then, surprising Miles, Jonah stepped over and hugged Sarah--who returned the squeeze with a hug of her own--before he scrambled off.

Once Jonah was gone, Miles looked at her curiously. "You two seemed to have hit it off."

"We had a good time today."

"Sounds like it. If I'd known you were eating cookies and playing games, I wouldn't have been so worried about him."

"Hey... whatever works," she said. "But before you worry too much, I want you to know the game involved reading. Flash cards."

"I figured there was more to the story. How'd he do?"

"Good. He has a long way to go, but good." She paused. "He's a great kid--he really is. I know I've said that before, but I don't want you to forget that because of what's going on here. And it's obvious that he worships you."

"Thank you," he said simply, meaning it.

"You're welcome." When she smiled again, Miles turned away, hoping she didn't realize what he'd been thinking earlier and at the same time hoping she did.

"Hey, thanks for the fan, by the way," she went on after a pause, referring to the industrial-size fan he'd dropped off at her classroom earlier that morning.

"No problem," he murmured, torn between wanting to stay and talk to her and wanting to escape the sudden wave of nervousness that seemed to come from nowhere.

For a moment neither of them said anything. The awkward silence stretched out until Miles finally shuffled his feet and muttered, "Well... I guess I'd better get Jonah home."

"Okay."

"We've got some stuff to do."

"Okay," she said again.

"Is there anything else that I should know?"

"Not that I can think of."

"Okay, then." He paused, pushing his hands into his pocket. "I guess I'd better get Jonah home."

She nodded seriously. "You said that already."

"I did?"

"Yeah."

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