Pathfinder!
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Reagan father usually set traps together because it was brig who had the knack of seeing the past that the animals they wanted were still using. Father was blind to it. He could never see the thin, shimmering trails in the air that marked the passage of living creatures through the world. But to rig it. Waas and always had been part of what his eyes could see without any effort at all. The newer, the path, the blue with shimmer older ones were green, yellow. The truly ancient ones tended toward red as a toddler rig. It quickly learned what the shimmering mint, because he could see everyone leaving trails behind them as they went. Besides the color, there was a sort of signature to each one, and over the years Rig became adept at recognizing them. He could tell at a glance the difference between a human and an animal or between the different species. And if you look closely, he gets sort out the tracks so clearly that he could follow the path of a single person or an individual beast. Once when father first started taking him out trapping rig, it made the mistake of falling a greenish trail. When they reached the end of it, there were only a few old bones scattered where animals have torm the carcass. Many months ago, Father not been angry. In fact, he seemed amused. We need to find animals when their skin still fresh, said Father. And a little meat on them for us to eat. But by a bone collection, these would do nicely. Don't worry. Rig Father never criticized Rig When it came to his knack for path finding, he simply accepted what we could do, encouraged him to hone a skill. But whenever Rig started to tell someone about what he could do or even speak carelessly so they might be able to figure out that he had some unusual ability, Father was merciless, silencing him at once. It's your life, said Father. There those who would kill you for this and others who would take you away from me and make you live in a terrible place and make you follow pass for them. It will lead them to killing the ones you found and to make sure rig understood how serious this was, he added, and they would not be beast rig you would be helping them murder people. Maybe Father should have told him that because it haunted rigs thoughts for months afterwards, and not just by giving him nightmares and made rig feel very powerful to think that his ability might help men find criminals and outlaws. But all that was when Rick was still little seven or eight years old. Now he was 13 and his voice was finally changing and Father kept Helen telling him little things about how to deal with women. They like this. They hate that they'll never marry a boy who does this or doesn't do that. Washing is the most important thing, Father said often, so you don't stink. Girls don't like it when boys stink, but it's cold, said Rig I Wash later. Just before we get back home, you'll wash every day, said Father. I don't like your stink, either. Rick didn't believe that the pelts they took from the trapped animals shrink stank a lot worse when rig could ever could. In fact, the stink of the animal skins was rig's main odor. It clung to his clothing and hair like burgers. But Rig didn't argue. There was no point in arguing. There's no point in arguing