SEVENTY-TWO
The cabins were behind him now.
Still running, he turned, snatching a look over his shoulder. Through the trees, he saw the cabins recede into the distance.
All clear.
He stumbled on, through another deserted copse, stepping over branches, chugging through rough grass.
Soon, the grass gave way to pebbles.
Okay so far…
Out of the trees now, the late-noon sun caught him off guard. Squinting into the light, he shook his head, trying to clear the noise, the clutter, the nonsense inside it.
He made his way to a secluded inlet.
Reached the rowboat.
Lowering Leigh into it, he pushed the boat forward.
It shushed quietly along the sand and slipped neatly into the sparkling water.
Leigh groaned.
Leaning over, he slapped her face. Her eyes opened, stared at him groggily for a moment, then closed again.
She was out. Okay.
He stepped into the boat, settled down, eased the paddles from the oarlocks, and stroked out across the lake.
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