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the ground next to them, he allowed himself
to recover.
"We have to sit here for a while, okay?"
he said.
His breathing was deep and rapid. His
muscles tired and cramping. Wyatt picked at
the ground beneath him as Marty sat back,
trying to recharge himself. He stood up and
motioned to Wyatt.
"Alright, come on," he began. "We need
to keep moving."
He reached down and picking up Wyatt
again, resumed their course. The only thing
Marty knew of the area was that they were
going north. And for now, it was enough for
him to know that he would not be walking in
circles. After another three or four miles,
they encountered a broad clearing, fractured
by a dirt road.
Scanning the unfamiliar expanse, he noticed
a dot of color next to the road as it narrowed
into the distance.
"Wyatt," he began. "I think we just
caught a break."
With Wyatt still in his arms, he walked
cautiously up to what turned out to be a
small farmhouse. Stopping at a safe
distance, he looked closely at the windows
for any movement. He suspected that
anyone living in such an isolated area may
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