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He knew it. If he didn’t do something soon… she wasn’t going to make it. “Just hold on,” he whispered, brushing dirt and hair from her face. “I’m coming back. I promise.” She didn’t respond. That scared him more than anything. Jessie stood slowly, gripping the bow in his hand. His eyes scanned the trees. The soldiers were still out there. Which meant… So were their supplies. Medicine. Bandages. Things he didn’t have. Things Sarah needed.