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Dog's hind legs weak, he sank down to the ground. His eyes and mouth watered and he licked his lips. How long had it been since he had last eaten? What time was it?

He closed his eyes and listened. The wind had stopped whistling and there was no more distant howling. That could mean anything. The pack could have moved on. Or the storm could be on its way back.

Somewhere above him a bird shrieked, but not as loudly as before. He thought he heard footsteps and, when he listened, his ears confirmed what his eyes saw. His heart beat faster.

_Someone is coming!_

He scrambled to his feet, looked up the hill toward the top, and saw someone walking on the narrow ledge of rock that ran up the hillside. A man, judging by the long black hair and the dark clothes, but he looked much older than the boys back at the camp.

He stopped when he saw the animal. He turned around and started to descend. A rifle barrel emerged from the long sleeve of his dark jacket.

The man looked older than he'd first thought. His skin was sallow, he had a beard, and his face was lined. But it was his eyes that held Danny's attention. They were dark and cold as ice.

_A man from the past. The old days._

Danny held up his hand. "No!" he yelled. "Don't shoot. It's me. Danny."

The man hesitated.

"It's me. Don't shoot," Danny repeated.

The man stopped and turned around. He stared at Danny for a moment, then raised his rifle and pointed it in Danny's direction. Danny stood there, his heart pounding, hoping he hadn't made a mistake.

The man started to say something, but Danny couldn't make out what he said.

The man's lips moved again, but the words that emerged from them were incomprehensible. He spoke in a strange language.

Danny frowned. He couldn't understand the man's voice, but he could understand his words. The man wanted him to come down from the top of the ridge.

He'd tried to call out to the other man, but it was no use. He'd sounded like a child, and the other man had walked away. Danny had no idea why.

As the man continued to stare down at him, Danny realized he'd been wrong about the man. He'd thought he was old, but he looked about as young as Danny, maybe even younger. He must be close to sixty.

He'd been standing there for a few minutes when the man started walking toward him. He'd kept looking back at Danny, but hadn't made a move until the man reached him.

"I saw you down there," he said, then turned away and stared at the ground.

He continued to speak to Danny in a strange language.

He seemed to be asking Danny something, but Danny couldn't understand.

"It's okay," Danny said, "I speak English."

The man looked at him, then said, " _No_." Then he pointed toward the camp with his rifle.

Danny looked back at the camp and shook his head. The man had no idea he was in the middle of a battle. They might be in real danger if he went back.

He turned and started walking up the hill. The man didn't make a move to stop him, and he was beginning to regret what he'd done.

He'd gone only a short distance when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to see the man walking toward him.

He started to back up toward the camp, when the man came out from between the trees. The man stepped up onto the ridge and walked toward Danny.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, stopping a few feet in front of him.

Danny shook his head. "You already have," he said, then started to run.

The man ran after him.

Danny tried to stop but his legs could barely carry him. He staggered and nearly fell. He started to run again, but tripped and fell on his knees. He lay there on the ground and looked at the man.

The man came toward him, but Danny got to his feet and started to run again. The man reached out and touched Danny on the shoulder, then ran around him. Danny followed the man to a large tree and watched him disappear among the leaves.

"What was that all about?" he said to himself, then started to walk up the hill.

A few minutes later he came to a large oak tree. It grew close to the edge of a steep cliff. He sat down in the tree's shade and stared out at the lake.

He wished he'd known that man's name. If he'd only known his name, he would have told him that the camp was under attack.

They'd both made a mistake. The man had tried to kill him, and he had killed him. He could have saved himself by telling the man that it was a mistake, that there was no attack.

Maybe if he hadn't run away. If he'd told the man that there was no attack, maybe they could have talked.

He heard someone behind him and turned around. The man was coming up the ridge. Danny stood up and started walking toward him.

"Where are you going?" the man asked.

"Back to the camp," Danny said. "There's a big fight."

The man looked at him for a moment, then said something to himself in the language he'd used before. He turned around and started back down the hill.

"You'll die if you go back there," he said.

"I know," Danny said.

The man stopped at the edge of the trees, turned around, and looked back at Danny.

"It's not safe there," he said.

"It's no safer


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Comments:

  1. Trymian

    Indeed, and as I never thought

  2. Essien

    the Authoritarian answer, oddly ...

  3. Bhaltair

    pasture

  4. Mikalar

    sympathetic thinking

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