She stacked the neatly folded sheet on top of the rest of her wash in the blue plastic basket. She scooped up the basket, then started for the back door.

"I'm going to call Sheriff Delaney." the man said flatly when her back was turned.

"Suit yourself." The woman called back.

She was almost at the door when her husband said, "Hold it!"

He stepped quickly ahead of her so he could open the cottage himself.

"Well, well,” she said, "I guess chivalry isn't dead after all."

Then the husband opened the door and—

The deafening blast of the hunter's shotgun caught him in the face.

You might say it was the husband's final act of chivalry.

He died an instant before his wife.

   Friday the 13th: Mother's Day, chapter 4