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Pony girlShe nestled into the crook of his arm and started crying. He stroked her hair. "Don't worry, little girl, it's going to be all right now. You just listen to me and do what I say. I'll get you out of here." His voice was determined, but his eyes gazing over her head at the horse he had once seen her mounted on, were unsure. He took her to the carnival that night, against her protestations. She insisted on looking into the house for her mother, though he said she shouldn't. "I have to," she said. But she dissolved into tears when she saw the still pale sleeping creature lying on the sad pillow with spit bubbling between her lips. "Mother! What's wrong with her?" she cried. She lifted one of the woman's lifeless hands and felt a small pulse beating slowly somewhere deep in the flesh. But Mara Hanson never woke or responded, and Brad led Lena away, saying they'd better get away before her father returned. He'd seen her father in a bar, drinking and talking loudly, that night. And as soon as Brad had walked in and seen Roland Hanson sitting there, he'd turned around and got back in his car and drove straight for the Hanson farm ...» |
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