![]() ![]() The fatigue was great, perhaps as much as the frustration, but if he stayed there it would only be worse. What do you think?’īecause he knew that was also possible. For someone who had just been persecuted for a crime he did not commit, the least he could deserve. It was cold, but it was comfortable and pleasant. Why not? It seemed that no one would ever find him there. After the torment of the night before, and his attempt to rest, just now was when he could relax. The pain was annoying, but instead of standing up, he dropped to the floor and rolled over, staring at the ceiling. The tiny grains of sand, cold and sharp, dug into each of his palms. He was kneeling, palms on the ground, like a dog. He opened the small portion of the wall and crawled out.įaint sunlight filtered through the ends of the tunnel, marking shadows on the ground. He didn't really care if the kids had gone through that tunnel or not. He'd had to contract his body to fit into that filthy hole, and he'd slept in that position all night. ![]() He was very well hidden in a hole, which protected him from the angry neighbors who were seeking his head.Īs best he could, he tried to get out of the makeshift burrow in which he had spent the night. The darkness and dust that surrounded the confined environment told Eddy that he was not at home, and there was no alarm to destroy. The singing of a pair of birds and the crowing of roosters from Rolf's farm heralded a new day in the remote town of Peach Creek. ![]()
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