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John Parker tensed when he heard the soft knock。 Peering out his door into the night, he recognized the face of a trusted neighbor。 "There's a party of escaped slaves hiding in the woods in Kentucky, twenty miles from the river," the man whispered urgently。 Parker didn't hesitate。 "I'll go," he said, pushing a pair of pistols into his pockets   John Parker tensed when he heard the soft knock。 Peering out his door into the night, he recognized the face of a trusted neighbor。 "There's a party of escaped slaves hiding in the woods in Kentucky, twenty miles from the river," the man whispered urgently。 Parker didn't hesitate。 "I'll go," he said, pushing a pair of pistols into his pockets   John Parker tensed when he heard the soft knock。 Peering out his door into the night, he recognized the face of a trusted neighbor。 "There's a party of escaped slaves hiding in the woods in Kentucky, twenty miles from the river," the man whispered urgently。 Parker didn't hesitate。 "I'll go," he said, pushing a pair of pistols into his pockets   John Parker tensed when he heard the soft knock。 Peering out his door into the night, he recognized the face of a trusted neighbor。 "There's a party of escaped slaves hiding in the woods in Kentucky, twenty miles from the river," the man whispered urgently。 Parker didn't hesitate。 "I'll go," he said, pushing a pair of pistols into his pockets  
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