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Becky and I followed the kids out of the cabin half an hour later, right after getting the sandwiches and food for the picnic ready: the two little monsters, who'd grown bored while waiting for us, had started to play in the river that ran right next to the house, splashing around and giggling. The water barely reached their ankles, and the river flew gently: a perfect spot for them to have fun and freshen up when it was hot.
“You stay put here,” Becks told them. “Daddy and I will go shift and be right back, okay?”
“Okay!”
As we started toward the tree line, Becky tossed me one of the backpacks we had packed with everything we needed for the picnic ahead: inside, there was also an additional bag to store our clothes.
“You go there,” she ordered, pointing to a tree ... and at th
