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

waved his shotgun for emphasis and locked the door

heavy clunk.

to the door, tugging at it, but

Find Great-Grandpa

understood right away.

a gap by the

hands, her

Grandpa and

would these

must

have come

us as soon as

is their only place up in the

where else could

hand gently. "Maybe... maybe they

else?"

shook her head

way! Did you see the

out front? All those

and zucchini are thriving-Grandpa

be

When we left, they

here. They said

back and find

blinked back tears, worry etched deep

scared something's happened. There are so many of

guns..."

Evan looked worried too, but

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