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The thin air held a frigid tone this evening, and a slight breeze brought a sudden rush of coldness to my face.
"It's safe Tom. Come NOW!" My pounding heart raced as I stumbled to the nearest tree. It was very dark (almost pitch black) outside, and tonight we were being hunted. We had to rely on our instincts, and just hope and pray that the Master Johnson's dogs wouldn't detect us.
As the night grew deep, I began to glance around. Our eyes soon became accustomed to the darkness, so that we could distinguish the forestry around us. The trees were dusky, with an everg…