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Kill them when they show up here. You don’t need to avenge Dizzy — not if it means getting yourself killed. He wouldn’t want it that way!”
    I rose, towering over the pair. Both wept openly. “I can’t risk them coming and hurting any of you. Not here. I couldn’t live with myself.”
    Violet lashed at my chest with her bare hands. “If you don’t live, I don’t want to live,” she cried. Turning, she noticed Libby approaching with Hope in her arms. “It’s not fair to her; it’s not fair to me, to Daisy, to Libby, or even to Lettie. We need you alive.”
    She took one last swing and I grabbed her arm. “Well, you’d all better pray I get the job done then. Because I’m not backing down from it, not this time. It ends when Wilson comes back.”
    She pushed away. “You make me so mad, Bob Reiniger!” she shrieked. “So damn mad!”
    I watched as Violet turned Libby back towards the house. Daisy chased after them as Lettie laughed at the circus from her chair.
    “Guess it’s just you and me, young man.” I heard Lettie rise from the chair. “Come on, I’ll help.”
    I watched the quartet disappear into the cabin. “What was all that about?” I asked, opening a new bag of seeds.
    “Just people who care, that’s all,” she answered. “We know you got to take care of it. Just don’t expect any of us to send you off to war with our blessings.”
    “Tough shit,” I whispered. I was going, and if I had to die trying to exact revenge, then so be it. They’d all be fine without me.

Day 1,014

    I crept through the woods, stopping and kneeling often. Stealthily, I checked my target. Damn it, her hand was up again.
    “I heard you again,” Libby called out, turning the page of the book on her lap. “You aren’t very good at this.” Dressed down by a child. That hurt.
    My shoulders slumped as I let out a long sigh. “I’m going back a couple more yards to start again,” I replied from the edge of the woods. She nodded while I turned and started back.
    “Try being quieter,” she yelled. “Like a mouse, not a moose.” I heard her laugh to herself as I tromped deeper into the budding foliage. Another few weeks and everything would be in near summer splendor.  
    I didn’t have two weeks. In my mind, I didn’t want to wait another two days for the goods to be delivered. I was anxious to get at the deed while my heart was still in it.
    “I’ll show her a mouse,” I muttered, dodging bare tree branches.
    Stopping, I turned back towards the cabin. “Call out the minute you hear me this time, Libby. Don’t just raise your hand...yell it out. Okay?”
    “Okay,” she sassed back. Good, I’d show her this time.
    The entire purpose of this exercise was to get me close to my targets without the chance of them hearing me. I’d assumed the damp spring brush and carpet of leaves would hide my movements. Lettie suggested a trial run, using someone with good ears and not someone who doted on a screaming baby all of the time.
    Libby won, whether she liked it or not. Since she was happy and not complaining, I was learning a lot.
    I changed my game plan and sneaked forward in a new direction, more at the back end of the cabin than my previous attempts. The little turd would be listening for me coming straight at her. Now we’d find out if I could sneak like a mouse.
    One step, two steps, three steps. I paused. So far so good, I thought. No word from my target…yet. Another two steps and a small piece of brush cracked under my left foot. Damn it, I scolded myself. She had to have heard that.
    Kneeling again, I waited for her to call me out. Nothing. Good. I was getting better with each trail run. Finally on this fifth try, I was making progress.
    Another dozen carefully placed steps and I spied the back end of the cottage. It was yards away, and still no word from Libby of being discovered. I was ready, I just needed to crawl out of the woods and slither around the far end of the place. This time,