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Reaching the house ahead of them, he waited with his Winchester in his hands.
They crawled through the north fence and came on toward him, and now he saw that both were young, not more than nineteen or twenty.
They were dirty, their clothes were torn, and the girl was so exhausted that she fell when she was still twenty feet from the front door.
She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.
The boy came on to the porch and sat down, his gaze on Morgan as if half expecting him to shoot and not really caring.

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