[lumberjim]

Fred made me nervous. I don't know why. It always seemed like he was right on the edge of saying something to me. Something that would change my life. But the moment would never come. How did he do it? It made me really uncomfortable, anyway.

He had an odd habit of looking over your shoulder when he talked to you, too. Like there was someone behind you that was more interesting to look at.

Today we made almost 12 miles before we came to another little town. Patrick and Fred went ahead to scout the town while we parked it in a little schoolbus stop shelter and had lunch. Ricky loves Sarah. I shook my head. Ricky and Sarah were both probably dead.

After about an hour, we could hear Patrick calling to us from down the street.

"Lucky day" was all I could make out, but I could tell he was excited by the way he hopped up and down in the street. We gathered up our bags and started toward him at a trot.