![]() ![]() He stood watching as I ran through the trees. Now I could see Peter through the trees, standing there with the bucksaw in his hands, three-foot logs scattered on the ground around him. I got to the fence at the end of the field and climbed over it into the woods. ![]() The saw stopped for a few seconds and then it started up again. I couldn’t see Peter, but I could hear the saw going buzz, buzz on each stroke. As I got up toward the tree line I could smell the grapes on the vines climbing up through the branches. It was late in the afternoon, but it was hot, the way it can be in August in New England. I RAN ACROSS THE BACK FIELD AS FAST AS I could go, heading for the woodlot where Peter was cutting firewood. More great historical fiction ebooks by the Colliers: All rights reserved.Įbook Copyright © 2012 by AudioGO. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or in part, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher.Ĭopyright © 1978 by James Lincoln and Christopher Collier. For our Massachusetts connection, Lydia, Willie, Paul, and Susan ![]()
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