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Flynn
I woke before Saige and slipped from the bed without waking her.
Nothing stirred outside from what I could see, but I’d locked us up tight inside Brock’s cabin. No chance of man or animal getting inside. Poking around as quiet as possible to not to disturb Saige’s much-needed sleep, I found Brock’s old radio and a pistol. A box of shells eased my shoulders.
At least I had some means of protecting Saige beyond my knife if Pa found us before I could get in touch with Jessie.
I didn’t want Saige to leave, but I couldn’t ask her to stay with me when I had no way to feed, shelter, or protect her through the long months ahead.
Sitting n***d at the table, I watched her sleep. Her soft lips parted, tempting me to kiss her awake, but the bruise on her cheek…
She’d learned something
