Happy with my video, I gave my usual sign off, and switched out the ammo in my rifle.
Once I stowed my hares, I headed back to the house. Along the way though, I spotted some more targets. By the time I made it back to the house, I bagged a total of five rabbits/hares, two squirrels, and a red fox. The fox surprised me. He ran out onto the trail right in front of me. I had my rifle slung, and almost didn’t get it around in time to shoot.
Throughout it all I left my cameras running. I didn’t know if I’d be able to use any of the footage in a video, but it was good to have it. It was also good insurance in case someone ever claimed I was hunting illegally or doing something wrong.
Once I was in range of the buildings I stopped and unloaded the rifle, removing the magazine, and sticking it into my pocket.
As I approached the house, I noticed three cars parked in the farmyard between the house and barns. The only car I recognized was Karl’s, but he never parked there. He was always afraid the neighbour would drive a tractor over his car by accident.
Heading toward the back door I slowed. I could hear shouting inside, though I couldn’t make out what was being said.
I didn’t know what to do. My sister and Karl fought, as I imagine every couple does, but this sounded different. This didn’t sound like they were fighting, it almost sounded like pleading.
I walked up to the back door, staying off to the side. I eased the door open a crack so I could make out what was being said.
“–us the money. Either you give us the money, or I take payment in the form of your wife!” an unknown male voice said firmly.
“Please, I’ll get you the money. That horse was a sure thing! I don’t know what happened. I just need more time!” Karl pleaded with the man.
“No more time. Money now, or I take your wife.”
I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I’d heard enough. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, ensured it was on silent, then called 911. I quickly gave the address and details of what was happening, without disconnecting the call, I stuffed the phone back into my pocket. Reloading the magazine into my rifle, I strode into the house.
The kitchen was empty, so I moved through the house with my rifle up. As soon as I moved into the doorway leading to the living room, I came upon a nightmare.
A man was holding my sister’s arm pinned behind her back, hunching her over the arm of the couch. Her dress was flipped up, exposing her butt, and her panties were pushed down to her knees. She was sobbing, and squirming, doing everything she could to fight off the man holding her. He was holding his rampant pecker, trying to line it up.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, all because he can’t pay his debts. What he can’t pay, I’ll take from your body!” the rapist said
Karl cowered in the corner with another man guarding him with a baseball bat.
This was a bad situation and I knew it. The only saving grace, the two bad guys were generally lined up to me; the one with the bat would have to go through the man with my sister to get to me.