He yanked down on the crowbar until Jonesy’s back-muscles screamed in agonized protest . 'Pete—' 'Let go, you hump, let go!' Pete cried, ignoring him completely. Owen had grasped the concept, but now he understood it on a gut level, too. If he hadn't known what he was looking for, he might have mistaken it for a fresh seep of blood.
'No threat! No—' 'Shut up,' Freddy said, and backhanded him. Not for long, either, if Kurtz had his way. Never, even as a child, had snow looked so inviting to Jonesy. Think about it.
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