Caleb pulled out his cell to call 911 while Mark raced to the barn. Harrison shouted after him, but Mark didn't hear him.
Charlie. The horses. They're in there.
When he got closer, he smelled the tell-tale scent of gasoline. He threw open the barn doors, coughing as smoke billowed out.
The fire moved fast as it combined with the gasoline and the dry hay in the barn. Mark heard terrified whinnies of the horses, but no human shouts.
"Charlie? Charlie!" Mark pulled a rag from a nearby hook and covered his mouth, although the smoke burned his eyes. He could still see somewhat; it wouldn't be long before the smoke became impenetrable.
"Charlie!" he screamed.
Then he heard a cry. Mark kept yelling Charlie's name and followed the noise, trying his best to ignore the terrified sounds of the
