Owl looked over the water as the boat bobbed up and down rhythmically. His eyes pierced the darkness, scouring out every detail that the moonlight could reveal to him. Kat watched him closely as he swayed back and forth in time with the waves.
“Do you see it?” She asked.
Owl remained silent. His large glossy eyes glinted in silvery light. He reached into a bag that lay in the center of the small rowboat, dug around in it clumsily, and pulled up a thick package. In doing so, the bag tipped over and bundles of cash spilled into a small puddle of water that sloshed back and forth. He scooped them up quickly and deposited them back into the bag.
“Where did you get all of that?” Kat asked.
“Shut up.” Owl said. He didn’t have to say any more. Kat knew that the revolver was still tucked inside the dirty wool jacket that he wore, so she kept her peace.
The river current dragged them downstream, and time passed the same for Kat. Dragged along unwillingly, she was going toward what she could only think of was her end. At the water’s edge the land rose gradually up to rolling hills where crops of grain grew. The light breeze that disturbed the wide river also created waves in the tall weaving strands of barley and rye.
What seemed as hours passed. The landscape changed little until around a wide bend in the river, a concrete landing jutted out into the riverbank, and a road wound up into the hillside. Towering above, looking out over everything, stood a single silo.
Owl grunted at the sight, and began rowing toward the landing. The boat scraped and ground over the cement, at last coming to a stop. Owl jumped out and pulled the bow ashore even more. Kat rose on unsteady legs, her world moving with the river, though the boat was still.