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He races down the hill, as if the devil is at his heels. And maybe he is.
“Boy!” the old man bellows. “Don’t you dare run from me!”
He doesn’t slow down, but can’t help glancing over his shoulder. The old man isn’t as fast as he is, not running through the woods. But he’ll never give up. That’s the one thing he’s always taught them—unlike the Pharaoh, you never give up on something you’re chasing. But what if you’re the one being chased?
There’s a steeper section ahead, and he slows down, knowing how the wet leaves and the very earth beneath him can act as Judas. He glances over his shoulder again, and sees the old man making up distance. He cuts across the slope at a diagonal, aiming for a patch of woods where lightning took out some old trees and the little guys moved in with a fr
