“I’m hungry now,” said Lana. “We gotta find Pa.”
“I can’t leave you here and just go across the creek and get him,” said Jane. The late arrivals to the goldfields like the Canary family mostly lived on this side of the creek, the saloons and the early arrivals were on the other.
“Good. I’ll go with you,” said Lana.
There was a muffled gunshot, and simultaneously a dull “plunk” in their wall towards town. A little chinked mud cascaded to the floor to confirm the hit.
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