CHAPTER 13
Sara Beth gathered up the empty tray and jars and strode back toward the house as the men went back to work, dropping peanuts in the ground.
As she rounded the corner of the house, the back screen door slammed shut, and she caught sight of a slight figure sprinting across the open space toward the trees.
“Hey,” she yelled. “Stop!”
She dropped the tray on the back porch step and dashed after the intruder. “Stop, please. I want to help you.”
The only answer she got was the snapping of limbs and rustling of the underbrush.
When she reached the tree line, she bent over, held her side, and gulped in air.
Finally, she straightened and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Whoever you are, I know you’re out there, and I know you need food. Come back tonight after the lights are o
