Why would someone leave food for us?
He stared at the tracks for a moment, then picked up the supplies and went back to the forest.
“Why ain’t there beans on the stove?” D.L. asked one evening. “Where’s the skillet?”
Cowboy had come back to get the big book. Unfortunately, D.L. came home from school before he could get away.
“Probably stolen.”
“You little liar.” He grabbed Cowboy’s arm, knocking the book to the floor. “Where you going with that? You’re so stupid, you can’t even read.” He punched his little brother in the stomach.
Cowboy felt the air whoosh from his lungs. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. He doubled over and fell to his knees.
“You’re nothing but a damned idiot.” D.L. kicked him in the side.
Cowboy felt his ribs crack, but he could do nothing but try to for
