She came to a screeching halt as she slipped on the uneven floorboards in the kitchen. Realizing the man probably didn’t know anyone else was around, she tried to figure out how she could help Joe. “The bag of ammunition! It’s heavy, but I think I can carry it,” she declared to herself as she hastily pulled the bag out of its hiding place in the corner. A heavy rope made a drawstring for the bag, and she used that as a handle. The bag felt as though it weighed almost half as much as she did, but she figured she would be able to swing it by the rope. “And the best way to surprise that man would be to go out the front and come around to the backyard,” she said to herself. She hurried to the front door, straining under the weight of the bag, managed to push the warped thing open, and stepped outside onto the shaky porch. Staying up against the front of the house, just in case the porch fell in, she dragged the bag behind her and then stepped off the end of the porch, straight into a thicket of briars.
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