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He didn't know where he was. He'd almost forgotten that he was a freeborn American--almost forgotten his name, he'd been called by so many different names in so many different dialects.
THE way Shattuck slid around that rock would have done credit to a fox. But, even as he did so, he knew that he was trapped. There was no other cover near. The rock had concealed him from the camp he'd been stalking. When he'd heard those voices from the rear his quick shift of position meant he'd be seen from below.