“Are te okay, kid?” The strange man asked, his tone a più concerned one now.
“I’m fine.” Charlie answered quickly, hoping to convince the man to leave. She looked down at her jeans. The right leg was torn up and blood was seeping out of the large gashes in her leg caused da skidding across the pavement and gravel. The rugged man seemed to have noticed this noticed this too.
“Don’t move.” He ordered. He got up and walked over to his jeep that he had parked on the shoulder and threw open the guanto compartment. He grabbed a large, old white rag and slammed the compartment shut.He...
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