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“Why didn’t your dumb daddy pack more food?”

Maggie bit back a s for the day You already have a lot, don’t you?” She was surprised to see how much he’d squeezed into his pack

“Never too much food,” he s left were a whistle, first aid kit, and her dad’s pencils and sketchbook, which the es

“Carries this crap around but not round “Namby-pamby waste of time”

“It’s not crap! You’re stupid! My dad’s a great artist” Maggie sucked in a breath as the man jerked his head up

“What’d you say to me?”

Inching away, she shook her head, lowering her gaze as she ”

“Great artist,” hethem over the dirt

Maggie blinked rapidly, eyes burning as she tried so hard not to cry She wanted to pick up all the pages and fold them safely into her pockets, but didn’t move a muscle

Now the manthe river Won’t know I’ve got a boat”

Her throat hurt, but she had to ask, “Then you’ll let ht make him mad, but needed to hear him say it

The azed at her steadily and smiled with his crooked teeth “Course I will Don’t you worry about a thing”

Liar

The fear that had been her constant companion since he’d torn her away froie to breathe Her heart pounded over the rush of water He was lying He was never going to let her go

She needed to get away But she couldn’t run faster than hiht be able to hide, but what if he found her?

It would be really bad

Theunder the lean-to He pulled out a weird rubber thing with a hose and started puie noticed the bright orange strap now hanging out of the box