Rusher led them through the nearby woods. As they traipsed through the forest, Emma tried to remember their path the same way that Brody had in the dungeon jail in Castleton, England. The sky was getting dark as they traveled deep into the thick woods, which made Emma nervous. The kids and Aspen followed Rusher for almost thirty minutes before they saw lights other than the slowly emerging moon. Emma spied smoke rising from a little cabin, which had a low glow from the windows. She did not see any movement inside. The night air was growing cold, and Emma hoped that the little cabin belonged to Rusher.
The forest was full of sounds that made her jump—hoots and rustling and quiet footsteps. Instinctively, Emma grabbed Brody’s arm and squeezed. He patted her hand, making her feel calmer. Rusher slowed as he reached the pathway that led to the front door of the cabin.
“Is this your place?” Brody asked. Aspen scampered ahead of them and pawed at the door. The wide, wood plank opened slightly, and Aspen burrowed her nose into the door, pushing her way into the tiny home.
“Um-hmm,” Rusher grunted. “Aspen came here with Heath—oh sorry, Mr. M as you call him. She knows her way around.”
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