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“I’ll help,” Mrs. Ellison says, joining you at the woodpile. “They’ll be here soon.” “But they’re not coming till closing time,” you tell her. Mrs. Ellison smiles. “When people are motivated by easy money, they become impatient.” Sure enough, as Mrs. Ellison stacks the last log, you look up to see Stan and Fred coming from forest. “Where’s the shotgun?” you ask. “I hid it. It would only cause problems,” she whispers. “What can I do for you?” she says to the men as they approach. “Get inside, “Stan snaps, grabbing her arm. Fred shoves you inside after them. “Now open the cash register!” Stan orders. Mrs. Ellison pushes the NO SALE key. The drawer opens. “Empty!” Stan yells “Where’s the money?” “I hit it under the woodpile,” she tells him calmly. “I knew you were coming. Your conversation in the cabin was overheard.” “Sit on the step,” he snaps, pushing her back outside. Mrs. Ellison motions for you to sit beside her. “This’ll take forever!” Fred yells, swinging a piece of wood. “Make them help to!” Just what you wanted to hear! With a piece of wood in your hands you may be able to knock one of them out. “And give them a chance to swing logs at us?” Stan growls at Fred. “We’ll do it alone.



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