"Hush! He wasn't hunting no damned rabbit. That smile—" Dawn shuddered "—and the way he was
holding the gun ... he held it loose down by his hip, but his finger was on the
trigger, and it was aimed right at Trippe." Her eyes grew dark with fear. "We're going to have to sneak out when
we leave the farm. I don't think they'll
let us go."
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