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( chapter ten ! ) - 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫
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The tension hanging in the air while the group waited for Daryl to return was thick, almost palpable.
Robin shifted back and forth on her feet, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes darted from the shed in the distance to Rick, then to Shane, and right back to the shed again. The two men had failed to bring Randall far enough away and drop him off somewhere. According to Rick, they had no other choice but to bring him back—though he wouldn't elaborate on what had happened.
Now it was on Daryl to find out whatever he could about Randall's people and if Robin and the others should be worried they might come looking for the young boy. Rick kept telling them that nobody was looking for him, but Robin wasn't so sure she believed him. Her eyes met the deputy's once again. It was like he could sense her nervosity.
They had made a small fire outside the house, Lori was making tea. Robin tossed one more anxious look over her shoulder before she took a small step forward, her eyes fixed on Rick. "So, what are we gonna do with him? What's the plan?"
"Is there a plan?" Andrea added.
Lori handed a cup of tea to Carl, then filled another one with the sweet, hot liquid and held it out toward Robin. The other woman declined with a slight shake of her head. She wasn't the kind of person that enjoyed drinking tea. Occasionally, she would let herself be coerced to drink one cup when she was sick, but she would never drink it voluntarily.
Glenn folded his hands, fidgeting with them. "Are we gonna keep him here?"
Daryl emerged from the shed, the knuckles of his right hand bloody. The injuries were on full display when he clasped the strap of his crossbow which he had thrown over his shoulder. Rick nodded at him and said, "We'll know soon enough."
Robin whipped her head around, watching as Daryl came to a stop beside her. Her eyes fell on the bloody knuckles, then travelled up his neck across his features until she found his eyes. Up until the moment their gazes met, Daryl had looked at her, too. Now, as if trying to distract from the fact that he was looking at her, he turned to Rick.
