The Adventures of Larson and Garrett - The Sleeping Tree

in deliberations, they had failed to notice Larson hiding behind the large, wooden door. He had heard e

an back for the table, hopped in the chair, and stuck

ed, " Largo cla

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stay with Nyomi's

hy

e tonight to find some mages in the ci

ur da' while I'm there...his delay in comin' home troubles me, " Thatcher said. Largo shot hi

elderly couple provided an easy mann

d your manners 'till we get

t, " Larso

e, the kids had a chance to go home, but were supposed to be back at the schoolhouse before sunset. That put a small damper on Larson's plan, not that such an obstacle was too tough

ced it was time to go. The four of them first made a trip to the farms at the south of end of town. The furro

ws here, " L

i smiled. "My mum and

but the walls were painted white, and the shutters were a dark brown. They

ish as the exterior. The home even boasted nice, c

get to see your ro

's the time, Largo

at stake, but he claimed the fatigue was to blame. Kindly, s

into the kitchen to pack for the tri

, her parents,

town along with two, other

minute, " Nyomi hollere

until they get back

ck anyway, "

ll stay with the boy until the Etre

to find Nyomi. Larson frowned, sat down on a long, cushioned chair, and patted the sides. I

if you ever make lots o' money, y

Etreeses came into the house. They were elderly, but not as old as Mr. Thatcher, who excused himse

ted. "Guess you best behav

Mrs. Etrees said. Thatcher nodded and

" he mu

y, " Mr. Et

nd looked worn. Their clothes looked nicer than the handmade garments everyone else wore, but they were dirty. They finally told him everythin

ndition. He liked all the different sizes of the books, the color of the leather bounds, the feel of the pages. Eventually, the sun started to set and the interior grew dim.