![]() The butcher landed a second kick and had reared back for a third, when another man shouted, “Stop!” I curled into a ball, prepared for a beating I wasn’t sure I’d live to regret. His laughter was quickly followed up with a kick to my back that chased my breath away. “’Bout time you get what’s comin’ to you, filthy beggar.”Īs a point of fact, I hadn’t begged for anything. Luckily, I managed to keep hold of the roast, although it did no favors to my right shoulder as I fell onto the hard dirt road. I knew how to disappear there.Īnd I might have made it, if not for the bald man sitting outside the tavern, who stretched out his foot in time to trip me. Turbeldy’s Orphanage for Disadvantaged Boys. ![]() If I hadn’t turned when I did, the cleaver would’ve found its target.īut I was only a block from Mrs. Even though he was aiming for me, I couldn’t help but admire his throwing accuracy. I rounded a corner just as the cleaver suddenly cut into a wood post behind me. ![]() It was this sort of thought that encouraged me to run faster. Undoubtedly a country where killing a meat thief was allowed. ![]() He was originally from one of the far western countries. He yelled very loudly in his native language, one I didn’t recognize. He was only a few paces behind now, chasing me at a better speed than I’d have expected for a man of his girth. Brittany Snow Hopes Her New Mental Health Book Helps Readers Feel "They're Not Alone" ![]()
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