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Chapter 7-2
For the rest of the morning, the trio took their guns out behind the cabin to Ash’s modified firing range. They needed to be certain each one was working the way it should. Then they cleaned them before putting them back in their cases. After lunch, Gage was again feeling the effects of cabin fever. Ash suggested he work it off by doing laps around the cabin. One look out the door and Gage declined. “I am not giving those gators any reason to decide I’d make a good meal.” He found a book, settling down on the sofa to read. Kegan was at the other end, his nose buried in a paperback. Gage studied him. The man was wearing cut-off shorts and a tank, in deference to the humid heat—as were Ash and Gage. After a few minutes, Kegan glanced over at him. “You’re supposed to be reading the book, n
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