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     It was black that he saw out of the corner of his eye. Black moving against the no-color brown of the trees and the white snow. Instantly on alert, the young man grabbed the arrow and restrung the bow. If it was a wolf, or someone dangerous, he could surprise them. If it was a deer, it would be dinner. Either way, he chose against walking in unarmed. Keeping the arrow pointed low, he moved quickly, giving himself wide range.
     When he crossed the edge of the house, he spied the culprit. A peculiar looking fellow creeping away from him. Lifting the arrow, Ezekiel raised his voice (which, to his surprise, sounded remarkably adult). “Turn around and let me see who you are.”





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