Jul. 8th, 2006

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Chapter 13

Maggie held Hill's pocketknife, with its built-in flashlight, in her teeth. She reached for another fallen branch. Then she saw what was on the ground before her. She flinched and stumbled backward, scattering her armload of firewood on the redwoods floor.

There wasn't anything that looked dangerous to the untrained eye. There had been little scurrying sounds in the underbrush, there had been small animals whose eyes glowed in the light from Hill's pocketknife, but they all ran away, more afraid of Maggie than she could be of them. There were weird plants, trunks segmented like bamboo, some with nasty-looking curved thorns. They looked dangerous, alien. Maggie had moved past them without fear. But now she was terrified by little flowers that looked like the most harmless thing here.

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