Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1276

Evan was getting more and more anxious. “Are they fighting already?”

Tarquin lowered his voice.

“Not yet. Relax. You know Bernard’s got our plan in mind. If he’s going to make a move, it won’t be here and now. He’ll pick the right place.”

He’d definitely keep his distance, Tarquin thought, just to make sure nothing messed with their plan.

And judging by the state of this bunch, Bernard must have already scared the living daylights out of them before he left.

“Let’s take care of these guys first—quick and clean. Then we’ll go find them,” Tarquin said.

Evan was still nervous, but he nodded. “Alright.”

Father and son worked like a well-oiled team. Tarquin scattered a handful of hallucinogenic powder, while Evan played the spooky ghost, darting right under the hunters' noses.

The group of hunters was already on edge, and once the powder kicked in, their nerves snapped.

Chaos erupted. People screamed and dashed for cover in every direction.

Some got hit by friendly fire, some fainted dead away, and others just ran around wailing for their mothers.

Tarquin and Evan, having taken the antidote ahead of time, were immune to the effects.

They herded the frenzied hunters like wolves, making sure none of them slipped out of the circle—keeping them in the thick of the hallucination, pushing their panic to the max.

Only when Tarquin figured the drug had done its job did he let them bolt into the forest.

Deep in the woods, the real battle began.

The hunters had guns, but their minds were muddled.

The wild animals had no weapons, but their minds were sharp and clear.

Each had their strengths and weaknesses—an even match.

Howls echoed. Gunshots and screams rang out.

It was obvious the animals were winning.

Some hunters didn’t get far before a wolf pack brought them down, tearing them apart.

A cheetah took one out with a single bite to the neck.

A black bear smacked another clear across a clearing—he landed a dozen yards away, dead before he hit the ground.

The cold-blooded predators of the daylight were now prey, fleeing for their lives.

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