So as you’ve learned so far I’m in a camp of orphans. I’m here my choice but yeah, it could be worst…
Damn, why did I say that…trouble seems to follow me wherever I go…
Unable to settle down, Ace swung her legs over the side of her cot and sat on the side. She adjusted her white, cotton gown around her legs. Her mind fought to find answers to all the questions running through her head.
Did Vicki believe she was being taught magic or was Saw deceiving everyone in the camp? After all, what did a bunch of kids know? And why only recruit orphans?
A low whisper interrupted Ace’s focus. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound, using the technique her Indian father had taught her to damper all other sounds.
“Spike might be smart but that doesn’t mean he knows everything.” Tabby’s sickly-sweet voice filtered through the night.
“He’s very good at recognizing power. He says Ace’s levels are off the chart, maybe even stronger than Saw,” Payton whispered back.
Tabby giggled, “He’s just smitten with the girl.”
A light slap, then Payton answered, “Now don’t be like that.”
Ace shook her head and opened her eyes to tune them out. She should have suspected the two were involved. Today, Ace had learned Tabby liked attention, demanded it from every male in the camp. If she wasn’t flirting with one of the boys, she was spouting nonsense to Saw about how real people didn’t live in tents or work on farms.
Like the man cared.
He appeared amused, though Ace could tell he silently wished Tabby would just shut up. Then why pacify her?
Another question to mull over.
Everyone in the camp appeared to have secrets. What had brought them here? Why had they chosen to live with Saw? Or were they like her and not given a choice?
A sound like a bull-whip cracked through the night.
Ace sprang up, racing swiftly to the slit in the tent to peer through.
Vicki grumbled behind her, “What’s wrong?”
Ace glanced back to see the other girl rise from her bed.
“I don’t know. Saw is standing in the middle of the camp with a whip in his hand.”
Vicki stepped up next to Ace.
She clutched a hold of the other girl’s arm. “Does he do this often?”
“No.” Vicki tugged Ace through the opening. “Not unless there’s trouble. Big trouble.”
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