I said, as he walked up and handed me the basket. All kinds of things were mixed together inside. I guess the boys and I will be sharing tonight.I dropped a hunk of bread on the ground for Buster to chew on while he waited for the real food to arrive. Buster was partial to the hunks of deer or gator meat we’d been getting.“Hey. Kowi asked me to drop this off on my way out.”“Thanks. I’m glad you stopped by, actually. I forgot to mention something at the meeting that’s pretty important.”“Oh yeah, what’s that?” he asked, leaning on one of the poles that held up our hut, his arms crossed.“The plan for going after those canners. The ones that are holding those kids.”“No need to discuss it. We’re not going anywhere.”“What?” I almost thought I had misunderstood. But his firm look told me he probably wasn’t joking. “Are you serious?” I couldn’t believe he, of all people, was saying this.“Yes, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”“Uh, because there are innocent kids being murdered?
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