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"What's wrong?" Mike's voice, though full of concern, was insistent. |
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"I miss my family." She determined to be as truthful as possible. |
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She felt him stiffen. "Where are they?" |
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"I . . . I lost them in the desert." |
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She pressed her lips tightly together as she slowly shook her head against him. Those were questions she could not answer. |
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He pulled away, his hands still gripping her upper arms. "All right, don't talk to me. I'll take you to Barstow tomorrow, to the police. Maybe they can help you." |
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But her special sense told Abby that no one could help find her family. |
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When Mike left, she made herself recall each detail her mind had shown her. The dream confused her. If it had been a vision, her family might not have experienced the life-giving rain. But if it were a glimpse of reality, the wagons would have been on the far side of the gorge where she had first met Mike. She had not seen them on this side, eitherjust the cabin that had previously existed only in her visions. |
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Where were the wagons? All she knew for certain was that she would not find them if she looked merely with her eyes. |
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Bewildered and tired, her thoughts full of her familyand Mike Danzigershe finally cried herself back to sleep. |
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