“Come here.” Tim looked around. The huge fire in the middle o! the camp sent some tendrils of light throughout th< campsite. Enough to see the three men sitting ir front of their tent swigging on a bottle of Southerr Comfort they’d taken on a raid last week. They wen laughing and poking each other, but Tim could tell they were in an angry mood. The one in the middle, Judd, waved at Tim to join them. “C’mon over, kid. Join the party.” Judd gulped from the bottle, wiped his mouth with the back of ...his hand, then licked his own hand. “Don’t wanna waste a fuckin’ drop,” he snickered. The others laughed drunkenly. Tim kept going. He’d come out of his tent only to relieve himself in the woods. He wasn’t interested in whatever these men had to say, especially Judd, whose arrogance was well known among the men. He was only barely tolerated by Fallows. Tim passed a thick pine tree on his way back to his tent. A sudden thunk behind him caused him to turn to see the handle of Judd’s knife wobbling in the trunk of the pine tree.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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