“Christina, grab lang riffle! The man called out in his
native language.
The Danish
farmer’s wife crawled along the one room cabin’s dirt floor, staying low and
out of sight. She inched towards the fireplace. Terrified, she forced herself
to stand up straight only long enough to reach the rifle hanging over the
mantle, as requested by her husband. Once retrieved, she hurried down to the
floor and scooted back across it, dragging her dress in one hand and holding
the rifle up in the other. Not wanting to stay up higher any longer than
needed, she stretched her arm out to hand the firearm to her husband’s reach.
She dropped all the way down and searched again for her children.
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