Nobody shouted.

There was only our breath hanging white in the freezing air.

Kurt slowly and deliberately unzipped the front pocket of his heavy canvas coat.

“I want to see what’s written on that paper,” I said.

Kurt took two heavy steps forward, the frozen cornstalks cracking sharply under his big boots.

He stopped five feet from where Dale and I were standing at the edge of the woods.

Russ Lindahl called something from behind him, but Kurt didn’t turn around or answer him.