to trust the Brown Shirts. Whyshould she help them? All theyâve done is make her life a living hell.
But if she covers up the fact that sheâs hiding someone and the boy is found, sheâll be the one whoâs punished. Why should she help him outâa perfect stranger? For all she knows, heâs the enemy. One of the Crazies her father warned her about.
âWell?â the Brown Shirt prompts.
Is it her imagination or does she feel the boyâs eyes boring into the back of her head?
âI didnât see anyone,â she says at last.
âThen whereâd he go?â
She shrugs.
The soldier does another circle, then makes a step for the ladder. âYou sure heâs not up there?â
Hope spreads her arms wide. âCome see for yourself if you donât believe me.â
The Brown Shirt stares at her, unsure whether to climb up. Finally he hurries away and exits the barn.
Hope doesnât move. Now that the soldier has gone, itâs just her and this intruder. If sheâs made a mistakeâif sheâs misjudged himâsheâll pay for it.
She slowly pivots in place. At first, she thinks heâs disappearedâhis departure as abrupt and secret as his arrival. Then she finds himâpeeking through a crack between hay bales. His eyes flick anxiously from one side to another.
âHeâs gone,â she says. âYou may as well come out.â Just to be safe, she picks up the pitchfork. Her damp palms grip the wooden handle.
The boy eases forward, brushing hay from his arms. He walks with a slight limp.
âThank you,â he says. âHe wouldâve killed me.â
âHe wouldâve killed me ,â she responds, not hiding her irritation.
A look of regret sweeps across the boyâs face. âIâm sorry I put you in thatââ
âYou shouldnât have. Iâm in enough trouble as it is.â
âIâm sorry. I just thoughtââ
âItâs bad enough the other girls want to kill me, now the guards will as well.â
âI said Iâm sorry.â
They stand there, facing each other, saying nothing. Separating them is a slice of sunlight, dancing with dust.
âCan I just ask one question and then Iâll get out of your hair?â
She nods curtly.
âWhat is this place? Whatâs going on here?â
âCamp Freedom,â she says.
âWhy are you here? Whyâre there guards and barbed wire? Are you all criminals or orphans or what?â
She doesnât know how to answer thatânot in any brief kind of way.
âLook, I donât have much time,â he says, âand I know I shouldnât have bothered you . . .â
âIâll say.â
â. . . and Iâm sorry if Iâve gotten you in trouble, but Iâm a Less Than from Camp Liberty andââ
âA Less Than?â
He waves his hand dismissively. âItâs what they call us. Weâre looking for an escapee and we thought he mightâve come here.â
She gives her head a shake. âHere? Why on earth would someone come here ?â
âWhat Iâm really asking is: If someone wanted to get to the next territory, whatâs the fastest way?â
For the longest time Hope doesnât speak. Ever since she and Faith came into camp, theyâve been ignored by everyone. Now, finally, someone is talking to her. Needing something from her. And that someone is this boy, whose honest expression and probing eyes set her heart racing.
âCan you help me or not?â he asks.
Thatâs when she realizes what she recognizes in him. Itâs not like sheâs met him beforeâitâs not like thatâbut thereâs something in his eyes. Kindness. Maybe even warmth. She doesnât mean to stare, but she canât look away.
âThe Brown Forest,â she blurts out.
âWhat about it?â
âThatâs where
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