13
Foxfire
It’s late afternoon when we hike back to Daisy. The foxes provide an escort to the edge of their land, but only Jordy walks with us.
“Hey,” I whisper to her as we go single file through a dense thicket. “You’re not in trouble, are you? I mean, it’s not your fault we found you. We would’ve sniffed you out one way or another.”
She shakes her head, but I don’t quite believe her.
When we hear the sound of cars on the highway, Tank and I find ourselves alone.
“You all right?” he asks as we climb into Daisy.
I barely nod. My father is missing and has been for most of the year. My kin are a bunch of backwoods, inbred, wolf-hating hillbillies. We didn’t see any females other than Jordy, but if she’s their example of a liberated woman, I don’t even want to know what they think of
