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Cutting a path through the fields and over the hillside, they ploughed forward at a brisk rate. Richard’s dad took the lead, anxious to make up lost time, pumping his arms, head down, a soldier again. Richard struggled to keep up. Conscious that Penwright would be waiting for them, already the minutes ticking by, he marched on without complaint. Unfortunately, the weather didn’t help, a cheerless, morose grey sky, mixed with swirls of darker cloud with no hint of blue. The threat of another storm forever present mirrored Richard’s mood. The altercation with Turney left him empty, troubled, but much more sickening was what had happened to Jasper. Who could have done something so terrible to that poor creature? It surely couldn’t have been Eddy. If nothing else, to overpower such a power
