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Crossing the border into Montana had everyone excited. They were almost back to Canada and so much closer to their homes and families. They were two hours into Montana when shots rang out again. Dara was driving the truck this time with Quinn in the back keeping guard.
It was uncomfortable riding guard duty but the boys insisted they do it with the girls driving. They rotated positions every few hours to keep themselves fresh.
The shots came from the right-hand side and Josh, who was on the camper lookout, sprayed the area with bullets. Cooper was driving the van in the middle of the caravan and he saw Quinn go flying sideways down into the truck bed. He honked his horn again and again and sped up right on the trucks tail. Dara took the hint and hit the gas, quickly pulling away. Josh didn’t know if he hit the attackers but they stopped firing while he was spraying the area. They were speeding down the road faster than normal and Josh kept low in case there were more attackers. When they had gone ten minutes with no shots being fired at them, he felt the camper slow and start to pull over. He couldn’t see the truck with the van in front of them but he knew something was wrong when he hadn’t heard Quinn’s gun firing.
He stayed up in position, scanning the area for any threats while they stopped. When he heard Dara screaming for the first aid kit, his heart took a painful stutter. He knew Quinn had been hit. He kept watch over his friends and prayed.