"I'll take you there," Danielle said." I nodded, but I couldn't get over the fact that Cyrus could be dead by the end of the week. We followed her through the woods.

I tripped on a log, a branch nearly took my head off, and then I got stuck in briers. "Can't we take another way that doesn't have so many things out to kill me." "Not unless you want Cy to get hanged," Danielle said.

I groaned. We kept walking. After awhile we all stopped talking. We all were exhausted. "There.... it.... is," Danielle gasped. "Amen," Cyrus responded.

The little cabin looked like it would fall apart and weeds and bushes had taken over the yard a shack was a better word for it. No wonder nobody pays attention to this house it looks deserted I thought.

A boy about eighteen came out of the house. "Hey Danielle watcha need?" "Michael I need you to hide these two." "Why?" "This ones been framed for the murder of three people."She pointed to Cyrus.

"Who are they?" "This is Lana and this is Cyrus." "Okay I'll do it, but my parents can't know. They're out hunting and they'll be gone awhile, so I can feed you two and get you settled in. Danielle do you want to stay?"

"Nah, my parents are gonna be worried." She walked up to Michael and kissed him. "See ya," she said as she walked away. "We'll come on in and I'll get you something to eat," he said.