The Indian was still chasing them, waving that tomahawk around and looking like he wanted to scalp all three of them. Nate knew they couldn’t fight him. The Indian was too big and too strong, and he looked more frightening than anything Nate had ever seen, with those bones sticking up in his hair like he had grown them himself and was some sort of devil. Deep down, Nate knew they couldn’t outrun the Indian either. But they had to try. They couldn’t just stop and wait for him to catch up and kill them. There wasn’t even time to think about what Preacher would do. There wasn’t time for anything except sheer, panicked flight. The kids had stopped screaming. They didn’t have enough breath for that anymore. All of them were panting in the cold air, their breath visible in plumes and streamers around their heads. Nate saw a tree-covered slope in front of them and headed for it. Maybe they could throw off the Indian if they got in the trees. Maybe they could hide from him. Those were forlorn hopes, Nate knew, but right now, any hope was better than none.
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