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Show 27 explosion tear the dusk. "Boys?" Hunt called in. "Over here!" Sean answered him. "Wait! Watch out for branches," he told Leah. " I ' l l try to hold them for you." "Thanks." "Over here," Sean called. "Coming." "I found the path." "Where are we?" Leah said. "I don't like the woods. How much further do we have to--?" "How much further do we have to _go, Sean?" Hunt asked. "Just over there," Sean pointed. "I can't see anything," Leah said. "Are you sure, Sean?" "Positive!" "Are you all right, Toddy?" Hunt asked his younger son. Todd's cheeks puffed and filled. "Sure!" "We'll just go _in_ and back right away," Hunt said to Leah. "Sean says it's just ahead." "Are you sure deer season's over?" she asked. "Positive." "O.K." Hunt could smell moss and algae. He could smell rotting logs, first ice, leaves. He remembered the blood pouring from his brother's arm, wondering |
