Rosa held the candle low by her side and with her knees bent and her free hand grasping for an o ccasional tree to steady on, groped her way down the path. Farther on she felt broken glass under her feet. This where she seen Abram from, too. She leaned against a tree and tried to find where she had looked before. She crept clos er.
Wit guns an' dogs.
All 'round him. She clung to the tree. They'd got him. Possum huntin' more than likely an' found him there. Likely 'tracted 'em.