His eyes moved to the tall man standing in the doorway, with one hand firmly grasping a rifle. He was clearly an American soldier, breathing heavily and with a face like stone. The father carefully put down his wooden bowl, not taking his eyes off either one of them. Eventually, he motioned to the boy on his right –– the taller of the two –– and spoke softly. Nearest to the stove, the mother remained completely still. Struggling to remain patient, Clay turned and peered back through the door. “We don’t have a lot of time.” “Wait,” Li Na whispered back. The boy, not more than thirteen, rose nervously from the table. He stepped away and moved to the door where he turned, staring directly at his father. His father nodded firmly. Even to Clay, the message was clear: move! They followed the boy as he ran, zigzagging through the forest as though he had every tree memorized, and every step.
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