CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Scratch was aching and bruised all over when he got home that night. As soon as he walked in the door, Grandpa started asking questions.
“Where is she? Where is the girl?”
“I didn’t get her,” Scratch said under his breath.
“What do you mean, you didn’t get her?”
Scratch didn’t reply. He just walked straight through the house toward the back door.
“I asked you a question, damn it!”
Without a word, Scratch stormed out the back door into the backyard. Then he hurried out onto the path into the woods at the far end of the yard.
“So what are you going to do now?” Grandpa asked.
Scratch still said nothing. The truth was, he had no idea what he was going to do. He was furious about botching the a*******n out on the country road. He needed to vent his anger somehow.
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