“I do not like this,” Manny said, as Owen took him aside. “We do not know their customs. You could end up dead and not even know why.”
Owen looked over his shoulder at the tall Hajamawri leader. The man was getting impatient. “So, what do ya suggest? Tell "em thanks, but no thanks. I don"t think so, mate. We"ll just have ta be careful is all.”
“It is not you so much I worry about,” Manny said. He nodded toward Molly who stood fidgeting under the watchful eyes of one of the Hajamawri. “She is not so perceptive and does not know the ways of any of the forest people, nor do Thad and Jorge, for that matter. They could get you–”
“Yeah, yeah. But it seems a waste of time, don"t it? They coulda put an arrow in ya da night they came on ya.”
“And they would have, except for Claire and Thad.”
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