05-30-2009, 08:02 PM
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Suspicion crept into Ezekiel’s eyes at the mention of the gun. If not for the clan, then for what? What terrible purpose could a boy barely a yearling carry with him? The same as the peculiar girl he had seen in the mansion, he supposed. Lifting both brows, the coyote let out a loud yipping call for his father. As he quieted down, the boy shook the grass shedding from his coat and studied what he supposed was his cousin. He could see a vague sort of similarity in the boy, but neither Ezekiel nor his sister had such atrocious attitudes. “So who’s your father anyway?” [/html]