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<i>Location: Highway 2 before KOA; stopped <br/>
Addressing: The Wilson brothers, the Morris brothers</i>​</div><br/>Miles shook his head, disappointment in his eyes. "Nope, I'm not heading out to the camp if that's what you thought," he said. "I'm heading towards Abendblume." He lifted his chin towards Owen. "They might be nice people and all, but Hale didn't want them around. He's not going to put them down in front of the families he's got eating out of his hand – my guess is, he puts them down out of sight."<br/><br/>Jeb grunted, his long face a mask of disapproval. His brother blinked across the cab as he backed up to let Owen out of the truck.<br/><br/>Josh's wide face broke out in shock. "Naw… naw, you don't think he'd send them out just to kill 'em off? What good would that do?" He grunted when his brother elbowed him. "Why'd you do that?"<br/><br/>"You think that just because he let us trade with his folks he's a saint? Ain't no one a saint anymores, Josh." He pulled his brother back so Clive could move the truck. Across from them Miles backed away, then began walking down the road. The thin white dashed line in the middle of the asphalt glinted under the evening sky like the breadcrumbs in<i>Hansel and Gretel</i>, only this time they weren't leading back to the cottage made of gingerbread and candy.<br/><br/>Miles was conflicted. He didn't want these boys to wander in there and get shot by trigger happy newcomers who didn't know a lick about dealing with the dead. On the other hand… what was there to live for? Loretta was gone. As far as he knew, his kids were long gone, and grandchildren too.<br/><br/>"Aw, hell," Miles muttered. "If you four are going to go get yourself in trouble, I suppose I'll join you."<br/><br/>Josh pumped his fist in the air and whispered "Yes!" Then he tapped his brother's arm with the back of his hand. "Hear that? Mile's coming with!"