"If we get to the woods," Hemlock says, relenting and pointing out over the water at the dimly-visible shore, "I can make it. I know woods. I guess you might as well come too, if you're coming." Which was, in her grudging way, the closest thing to thanks she was willing to give at the moment. The pistol could make a huge difference here. She was willing to trade a little trust for it.
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