I jumped across the ravine, still in a dead sprint. The dogs were stopped, but only for a moment. I had forgotten to throw the gun away earlier, and now I was sure it was going to get me into even more trouble.

The brambles in the woods were thick and clingy grabbing viciously at my slacks and sweatshirt, threatening to tangle me and swallow me whole. The last thing I need right now is to be ensnared in some nasty thornbushes.

I fought forward every terrible inch knowing the dogs were not far behind.

Did you know that if you assault a police dog, it's the same as assaulting an officer? Pretty scary thought when your life is on the line and they're the ones after you.

I knew the human cops were well behind, but the dogs would be hard to shake. I remembered the small creek just over the next batch of hills as I scrambled in a thicket. If only i could get my feet wet, shake my scent, I'd be free. the highway was about a tenth of a mile from the creek. If only I could get to the DAMN CREEK!

© J. Bernhard

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