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Chapter Twenty Five - Laughter
“Wow, that’s a beautiful buck,” Frankie’s eyes lit up as Michael dumped the stag onto the ground a little way outside of camp. Everyone was practically salivating over the prospect of feasting on fresh venison. Lonnie and Boyd brought out their knives and went to work butchering the kill. “You can thank Hannah,” Michael said proudly as his eyes followed his little mate. “I guess all this time she’s been alone, she got pretty good at hunting,” Frankie said, scratching at his beard. Michael caught Hannah’s hand. She didn’t flinch or pull away, just looked up at him with an inquiring expression. “There’s a small pond down there,” he gestured down the hill. “Let’s go get cleaned up. These guys can handle dinner.” He couldn’t tell if she understood or not, but when he picked up hi
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