35. Like a rabbit, I ran maybe a hundred feet. I halted and listened. Sure enough, I heard someone come crashing through the underbrush. I waited jut long enough to see him emerge into a small opening. I turned and ran, making plenty of noise.
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Excerpts by George Wyatt (contributed by Joel Wilson)
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