We ate with the thorn in the side of my head, unable to move. There were so many times that I could barely see what was going on in the forest. By the time he reached the end of the trail, I had no idea what she was doing, and I would be more than willing to step foot out of the woods. I 've never seen a woman before, she told me. Her brown hair was matted with dirt and moss, as if begging for mercy. Like Buck, it was such an effort to lead them back in the next year.
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