Dubious Arrangement: Day 8

Word Count: 48,115

Summary of Events:
Greyson was interrogated by the police about the body he'd found and lied to them about the extent of his knowledge regarding it. He was then taken to the hospital to get stitches in the bullet graze wound he'd received by the farmer who'd rescued him — and also bought him supper and brought him back to Shady Acres, where he had to find Hanna again and succeeded in doing so. A few days later Greyson decided to explore the old vehicles on the property and discovered the cargo van was actively registered and seemed to connect Mr. Odell with Greyson's attackers, who attacked him again as he was looking.

Excerpt of the Day:
"After recovering, his attacker grabbed the back of Greyson's shirt and started hauling on it. The collar pulled at Greyson's neck tightly, but Greyson continued to throw lefts. He felt material tearing and then his back felt a little cooler.
His attacker reached up and grabbed again, grabbing right at the back of Greyson's neck and hauling back. Greyson couldn't hardly pull against the force and was bent down backwards.
Quickly his attacker got into the upper position and released Greyson's shirt collar in favour of using his hands to constrict Greyson's throat. Greyson struggled against his attacker's hold on his neck, but he found his left hand was pinned under his attacker's on knee, and he didn't want to punch with his right hand lest he dent or bend it, or jar the circuitry.
Reaching up with his right hand, Greyson fastened it around his attacker's throat in a vice-like grip his left hand would've been incapable of. His attacker's eyes bulged and Greyson's neck was soon freed.
With his attacker weakened by the lack of air, Greyson was able to get out from under him and slug him with some more lefts before deciding that he should turn tables on his attacker and use that damp cloth on him.
Looking around, Greyson found the cloth and took hold of it. As he did a brass-knuckled blow hit him hard on the back side of his skull and Greyson dropped the cloth, feeling a little dazed.
He saw the white cloth in motion, then it was against his mouth and the heady sensation hit him again. Greyson shook his head and wrenched his attacker's arm again before surging away. He needed to find a hiding place where his head could recover.
A couple of gunshots rang out after him as he ducked through the trees onto the driveway. Shots kicked up the dust around him and Greyson ducked through the trees on the other side of the driveway before powering through the stubbly field and into the other trees that flanked the driveway.
He couldn't stop, but he needed to stop or he was going to collapse, the lightheadedness was making him unstable. Finally he stumbled to the ground and rolled over onto his back from the momentum.
Laying there, Greyson panted and listened. He couldn't hear anything, but once again he was caught making for the open prairie and not for the river. Slowly he sat up and a wave of lightheadedness hit him.
Greyson managed to remain sitting up until the sensation went away, he hoped desperately that he hadn't been concussed by that slug to the back of his head. He slowly got to his feet and fended off a lesser wave of lightheadedness.
A shot rang out and splintered tree bark just to Greyson's right. They'd seen him; he wheeled and ran in the opposite direction. He cut across the driveway and ran through the trees on the other side to where he'd found Hanna the other day."