As the child fell heavily into my arms, I stared down at the man before me in horror. I watched as he slowly bled out, then realised I was still holding his baby. The nameless bundle couldn't have been more than a year old, and it quickly became apparent to me that the child would need my care, even if I couldn't give it. Someone was out there, trying to find the small family, and they had already found the father. Who knew where the mother was. If anything, I had to dispose of this man and move on, away from the home I had known for years. The outside world had changed since I had last seen it, but the 1930's can't have been that different from the 1910's, could they? When I found a suitable resting place for the child, I turned my attention to the man. He was paler than snow, and I knew immediately that he was gone. The child would have to grow up without knowing her parents. I just needed to get her safely away from the bloodthirsty men who haunted them hills.
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