Rick cracked open the kitchen door. “Who’s there?” Rick shouted.
A shot was fired in our direction. That set things in motion. Rick and I slipped outside. Rick motioned for me to go left, then he went right. He shot his gun into the dark and hit the headlights, they fired back and I shot in the direction of the gunfire. By chance I hit someone, because they screamed. Then we heard the engine starting and the car came our way. Rick fired into the windshield and it shattered. He jumped out of the way as the car shot down the driveway towards the vineyard crashing into the old birch tree. By that time everyone in the house was up and all of the lights were on.
Rick ran over and pulled out the driver, he was dead. He went through his pockets, “Soviet,” he said.
Grandma called the coroner. She said, “He is on his way.”