What looked like a star to me kept falling. Soon, even a dummy like Renner could have told it was no star.
"Take cover!" I shouted to Caleb. "It's coming on us."
He nodded, silenced by fear.
I spotted a large boulder and crouched by that, doubting it would do any good. A thing like that falls on you, you're a dead man. Caleb squatted next to me.
"Put your head between your knees," I instructed and did so myself.
He complied immediately.
When it finally hit, the BOOM! CRASH! BOOM! was the loudest noise I'd ever heard. Having worked with cannons and explosives in the Army, I've heard some loud noises before.
The falling star struck about a quarter-mile from where Caleb and I crouched. I couldn't stop coughing as I tried to breathe. The dust kept coming down, coating my lungs as well as my clothes.
"You all right?" I managed to say.
My son coughed in reply.
I slowly rose to my full height, came out from behind the boulder that saved our lives and surveyed the devastation in the area.
At first, I couldn't see much. My eyes stung and watered from the smoke caused by the small fires the object had ignited. There was plenty of kindling with the drought.
An elongated crater had been blasted into the side of the hill. Within a rough perimeter, the dirt, trees, grass and rocks on the landscape were scorched, partially buried or kicked up and thrown - sometimes all three. A human or animal wouldn't have survived that impact. Indeed, I saw many of the dead or dying, including a nice buck. The boulder Caleb and I took cover behind, thank the Lord, was outside of the circle of death.
"Take cover!" I shouted to Caleb. "It's coming on us."
He nodded, silenced by fear.
I spotted a large boulder and crouched by that, doubting it would do any good. A thing like that falls on you, you're a dead man. Caleb squatted next to me.
"Put your head between your knees," I instructed and did so myself.
He complied immediately.
When it finally hit, the BOOM! CRASH! BOOM! was the loudest noise I'd ever heard. Having worked with cannons and explosives in the Army, I've heard some loud noises before.
The falling star struck about a quarter-mile from where Caleb and I crouched. I couldn't stop coughing as I tried to breathe. The dust kept coming down, coating my lungs as well as my clothes.
"You all right?" I managed to say.
My son coughed in reply.
I slowly rose to my full height, came out from behind the boulder that saved our lives and surveyed the devastation in the area.
At first, I couldn't see much. My eyes stung and watered from the smoke caused by the small fires the object had ignited. There was plenty of kindling with the drought.
An elongated crater had been blasted into the side of the hill. Within a rough perimeter, the dirt, trees, grass and rocks on the landscape were scorched, partially buried or kicked up and thrown - sometimes all three. A human or animal wouldn't have survived that impact. Indeed, I saw many of the dead or dying, including a nice buck. The boulder Caleb and I took cover behind, thank the Lord, was outside of the circle of death.