Like the last book I read by Sallie Bissell, this one's a page-turner! I stayed up way too late last night to finish it.
She studied the cabin, yards away. Looking up at the hunter's moon, Mary had to smile at the irony: on one hand she was the hunter, on the other hand she was the prey.
RUN! The warning rippled inside her head. If he has a gun you'll be harder to shoot moving fast. She leaped out of the rushes and dashed across the meadow. . . . . .
RUN! The warning rippled inside her head. If he has a gun you'll be harder to shoot moving fast. She leaped out of the rushes and dashed across the meadow. . . . . .
