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Brock totally bought it. Without a second thought, he leapt straight from the

second floor, landing with a heavy thud.

"If it really is some wild mountain man, I'll strike it rich! Let's go!"

With his words, the whole crew swaggered out of the old ranch house and headed

past the white picket fence. But after a few steps, Brock remembered Elysia and

the others. He turned and barked,

"Leave this chick for me! Nobody touches her until I get back, you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah, Brock, don't worry! She's all yours."

Brock shot Elysia a sleazy grin before turning away, barely sparing a glance for

Tarquin or the kids.

To him, they were nothing-just harmless pests. Guns made all the difference,

after all. What could a few children and an old man do against that?

Once Brock and his men left, the little family of seven were herded into a bare,

musty room. Before the door slammed shut, one of the goons threw out a

warning:

"Sit tight and wait for Brock. Don't try anything stupid. This place is crawling with

you can run, you're dead wrong. Don't make us use

for emphasis and locked the door

heavy clunk.

door, tugging at it, but it was sealed tight. No way

Find Great-Grandpa

clever old sheepdog, understood right away. He gave Evan's

wriggled his way through a

was wringing her hands, her voice

is Grandpa

would

They must be gone-if

they'd have

us as soon

is their only place up in the mountains," Evan said quietly. "If

could they have

Elysia's hand gently. "Maybe... maybe they

else?"

her head

way! Did you

out front?

and zucchini are thriving-Grandpa

be taking care

we left,

here. They

back

and she blinked back

are so many of them, and

guns..."

looked worried too, but they shared

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