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They whirled around just in time to see a young man on horseback come galloping out of the trees, a massive branch in his powerful hands

An arrow slammed into the side of the wagon, burying itself inches from Shimshon’s face

“He may have been a Jew once before, but he’s one of ours now. Aren’t you, Jorin?”

Rousing himself from his exhaustion, Shimshon rolled over, got to his feet shakily, and then followed the smell into the nearby forest

“This is a bad idea, my boy. Forget it. Leave the lion and let’s get out of here”

“I want to hear confidence! Conviction! If you don’t know that we’re getting out of here, then we’ll likely fail!”