12
While they collected cheeseburgers, crutches, and a few items of clothing at a thrift store, Nate absorbed the new details that Bethany had gathered about S.G.
“If she knows about traps, she could have been living with a trapper out in the bush somewhere. And this ‘king’…he definitely isn’t her father?”
“That’s what she said. It sounds like he’s more of an…I don’t know…boss, almost. Like he’s in charge and she’s some sort of servant.”
“Maybe I’ll ask around and see if anyone knows of a trapper with a thirteen-year-old in tow.”
“There’s something else. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s mentally disturbed in some way. I mean, she’s never gone to school and she seems fascinated by machines. Don’t the trappers use four-wheelers?”
“Most of them, sure. There could be some hard-core subsis
