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'Not rocks. One rock.'

'As if that makes any difference,' she retorted.

'I daresay it does, to the dog,' Jesse said calmly.

The girl regarded him with a puzzled look on her face.

'Who are you?' she asked.

Jesse stood. He brushed himself off, picked up his rucksack.

'Ring the RSPCA, will you.'

'You haven't answered my question.'

'Nor do I intend to,' Jesse answered. 'What business is it of yours?'

'You're not from here,' said the girl. She took a step closer, her head tilted at a graceful angle. Again he was
reminded of a dancer.

'So? That's no crime.'

This had gone on long enough. Jesse turned to leave. She laid her hand on his arm. Flinching, he jerked from
her grasp and walked away.
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'Wait,' she called.

He was determined not to stop. The girl ran round in front of him, blocking his path. He would have brushed
past her but something in the set of her shoulders, her mouth made him hesitate.

'Please wait,' she said again.

They looked at each other for a while in silence.

'Are you hungry?' she finally asked.

And if she noticed the sweat that sprang up on his forehead when she handed him the muesli bar from her
bum bag, she was considerate enough not to say.
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Chapter 2
At first they walked back towards the Old Bridge in silence, which was exactly how Jesse wanted it. But the
girl had the kind of energy that, like the river itself, would not easily be diverted.

'My name's Sarah.'

'Jesse,' he offered in exchange for the forthcoming meal.