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Narrator:MAYO CORNELIUS HIGGINS raised his arms high to the sky and spread them wide. He glanced furtively around
Ben and M.C. were really close friends, but, M.C.'s father didn't want them to talk.
M.C. always felt bigger and strong around Ben, like he wasn’t just anybody passing by. He was M.C. and he made a show of examining the vine he would use, which hung down the side of the tree trunk
Abruptly, he stood still as his senses continued to respond to the night. He tensed at the sound of a scraping noise. A cold chill passed over him and he thought of ghosts around his pole. Something in the darkness was watching from the porch.
Hunting was hours and hours of stalking, of blind trails, of studying the ground and listening. It could be bloody, too. But he could hunt well when he had to, using the paring knife to skin and gut the animal
“I was only playing!” he called out. “You hear? You, girl? But you would’ve killed me!” I used my head, he thought. But if I hadn’t of grabbed her—I was just playing. I was.
He watched the light fade away in the trees, westward. Knowledge of how easy it was to hurt somebody, or be hurt, sobered him.
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