He couldn’t keep away any longer. He told himself that all he wanted to do was make sure he could still find it. Mel was sound asleep on the sofa, glad for some time off before his next run, and Katie had gotten off the bus a few stops earlier with one of her friends. Buck could get to the old Wilmer place and be home again well before dinner. He left his backpack by the stairs so everyone would know he’d been there, and climbed on his bike. Early June was a nice time in the valley, with the Blue Ridge Mountains beyond your backyard. Not yet too humid, the way it got in D.C., not as hot as North Carolina. The birds were going crazy, challenging each other’s territory, and the air was sweet with their songs and the scent of honeysuckle. As he neared the place, Buck had a momentary wave of panic because there were several fences that reached as far down as the road. Did he really remember which one he had followed before? But then he saw the edge of the woods coming closer and, more sure of himself now, he wheeled his bike off the shoulder, down into the gulley and up again, and left it beneath a gooseberry bush along the barbed wire fence that sagged in places and was completely down in others.
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