little of the stew into each. He began to speak to Sara and
James as he did so, deliberately slowing his movements.
“Who are you, and how do you happen to be all the
way out here by yourselves?” he asked as he dribbled some
more of the stew into the bowls with his work-roughened
hands. He moved rather gracefully for a large boy;
Sara estimated that he had to be close to six feet tall. She
guessed his age to be around sixteen or seventeen at the
most, and he looked strong, like he was used to a lot of
physical activity. He looked like an average farm boy, or
what she imagined one should look like.
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