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With<i>: Owen &amp; Clide, Jeb &amp; Josh</i><br/>
Watching<i>: Ezra, Anise, Dan, Alvaro, and others</i>​</div><br/>There were plenty of trees and brush in the direction they approached, and from where they were the camp was uphill, allowing Miles to edge closer to the ground and use the natural terrain as cover. He wasn't worried about the Wilson boys; they could sneak up on a doe and her fawn without much of an issue. He was a bit concerned about the lumberjack Morris boys, but he figured they were grown enough to look out for their own well-being.<br/><br/>Besides, if anyone was loud, they'd pull attention away from himself. And thus, bullets away from himself.<br/><br/>The Wenatchee River was to their right. Before them the flicker of a campfire almost reminded him of old times, with marshmallows, graham crackers, and Hershey bars. What he wouldn't do to be back in one of those camping trips when the kids were too young to drive and all they had to worry about were spiders in their tents.<br/><br/>He spotted Jeb pointing two fingers at his own eyes and then pointing them towards the camp, then saw the brothers sneaking away and using the sound of the river to cover their movements. Then Miles turned his head to look at Clive and his talkative little brother.<br/><br/>"You leaving presents, now?" Miles whispered. He couldn't get over the Teletubby world Owen and JJ seemed to be living in. This wasn't the same place it was five years ago. Letting the wrong person know you existed would earn you more than an<i>"Oh-ohh…"</i>and a giggle before toast and tea. There would be no 'Big Hug' afterwards if things went South.<br/><br/>His eyes met Clive's. "Count how many you see," he said, his voice kept low and steady to not carry too far. He didn't want trouble; in and out. Nice and simple.