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Randall winced as he sucked as much as he could from the shallow puddle. Is all the water in The Arids this brackish? To distract himself from imagining what his son might be drinking, he asked, “Didn’t the General promise to send your child home when you did what he wanted you to do?”
“Children,” Gert corrected him as they left the muddy watering hole. “He took both of our boys.”
Bernie reached for Gert’s hand before he answered. “The General never asked us to do anything. We’ve never even met him.”
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The way found Randall sitting out the worst of the day’s heat in a narrow slice of shade beneath a mummified snag. As its shadow crept across the searing earth, he inched along with it, sorry he hadn’t let Girdliz take him to water before scaring him off by mentioning General Hai. Every dry swallow rasped down his throat.
Hunkered into the tightest ball he could hold himself, he jumped when a rain of debris showered onto his back.
“Hey!” he called to the two jittery creatures balanced on the tip of the snag, “Am I happy you happened by! Do you mind chatting with me for a few minutes?”
Each rotated a conical eye in his direction, but neither spoke.