I posted two chapters today because this first one is really short. Enjoy! Chapter Seven- Robin
"Robin!" Allan was shouting behind me, but I continued on. "Robin! Slow down!" I sped up.
"Keep up, Allan!" My words were marred by my heavy breathing, and my legs burned, but I did not stop.
"Robin, he wouldn't have come this far west!" Allan protested. "The stable girl said he didn't even have shoes!"
"Well where do you think he's headed!" I shouted, finally losing my temper. "We're running out of time, Allan!"
"Shh, Robin!" He said grabbing my arm as he caught up to me. I shook him off. He pointed off in the distance.
"Don't shush me!" I yelled. "If we can't find the Sheriff, Mari-" I stopped as I looked where he was pointing. There was a man walking alone in the woods.
"That has got to be the Sheriff." Allan said. I nodded. "Oi!" Allan shouted. The man turned, and then bolted. I chased after him. I jumped when I got close enough, and tackled him to the ground.
"Where'd you get those clothes?" Allan asked, still shouting though he was standing right next to us.
"It was a trade!" The man exclaimed. "My clothes for his!" I wasn't sure I bought it, but I was fed up with asking questions. I put my knife to his throat to insure he told the truth.
"What way did he go?" I asked him breathlessly. He pointed.
"East?" Allan said, sinking to his knees. "That's not funny, mate." I released the man and sat down next to Allan, still breathing heavily. The man skittered off into the woods. Allan stood up and offered me his hand to help me up.
"Come on, Robin!" He gestured toward where we'd come from. "We don't have time for this!"
"No." I agreed, standing. "We are out of time." The position of the sun proved my point.
"But the Sheriff went east!" Allan repeated. "We can find him!" I shook my head and grabbed hold of his shirt in anger.
"He doesn't know where he's headed!" I screamed in his face. "He's lost!" I released Allan and lowered my voice. "He's running in circles."
I took a few deep breaths, putting my hands on my knees to help support my weight. Allan did the same.
"We need to meet up with the others." Allan started walking, and he waited for me to follow. "Maybe one of them has found him."
"Maybe." I allowed, but my tone was skeptical. I made myself run after him. If we couldn't find the Sheriff, Nottingham would burn. We would all burn.
