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I’m way too old for that stuff. What’s your name, anyway?
Sawyer. And what are ya, six? Seven? How d’you figure that’s too old?
Hey! I’m not six, I’m ten!
Gosh, I didn’t mean to offend you, Grandpa. You gonna tell me why you’re out here, or not? I got better things to do than babysit.
Carl scowled and crossed his arms, looking up as defiantly as he dared. “My camp’s nearby. There’s a bunch of us, and just one of you, so you better not try anything. And I don’t need a babysitter, I can take care of myself.”
“Is that right?” Sawyer raised his eyebrows. The kid had an attitude, he’d give him that. Still didn’t explain what the hell he was doing alone when there were dead people walking around. “Well, why don’t you go take care of yourself back at your camp, Sundance. Ain’t safe out here.”
His eyes narrowed a little at the man, arms staying folded. “Who’s Sundance?” he asked, almost suspiciously. He thought there was something vaguely familiar about Sawyer but maybe it was just his imagination, after going so long without seeing anybody new.