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Czigo
hesitated
.
“
Wouldn
’
t
you
rather
have
me
cooperative
?
”
Jessica
asked
.
“
Give
the
boy
a
chance
.
”
Her
lip
curled
in
a
sneer
.
“
Little
enough
chance
he
’
d
have
out
there
in
that
sand
.
Give
him
that
and
.
.
.
.
”
She
smiled
.
“
You
could
find
yourself
well
rewarded
.
”
Czigo
glanced
left
,
right
,
returned
his
attention
to
Jessica
.
“
I
’
ve
heard
me
what
can
happen
to
a
man
in
this
desert
,
”
he
said
.
“
Boy
might
find
the
knife
a
kindness
.
”
“
Is
it
so
much
I
ask
?
”
Jessica
pleaded
.
“
You
’
re
trying
to
trick
me
,
”
Czigo
muttered
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
to
see
my
son
die
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
Is
that
a
trick
?
”
Czigo
moved
back
,
elbowed
the
door
latch
.
He
grabbed
Paul
,
dragged
him
across
the
seat
,
pushed
him
half
out
the
door
and
held
the
knife
posed
.
“
What
’
ll
y
’
do
,
cub
,
if
I
cut
y
’
r
bonds
?
”
“
He
’
ll
leave
here
immediately
and
head
for
those
rocks
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
Is
that
what
y
’
ll
do
,
cub
?
”
Czigo
asked
.
Paul
’
s
voice
was
properly
surly
.
“
Yes
.
”
