lood. Mike's face, twisted with a rage I'd never seen, loomed over me. His boot

upright in bed,

quilt. Sunlight streamed t

round. The baby

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et hitting the cold wooden floor.

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m. I had to s

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he center of our small, dusty town. I ran

e crank and

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creaked. Sleepy, con

rs. Henderson called from h

yelled, my voice hoarse. "We have

evacuation. It was always parked by the old gene

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t me like ph

I managed to ask, dre

. Out at the old Devil's Canyon mine. He said... he said you were

n. Miles out.

e'd left us all

he was just out on a joyride. This time, he

ces gathering around me – wo

gh last time. This time, he'd made sure

in the distance, I thought I hea

ust the blood pou