“Dad!” Katy cried out in a tone that had the hair standing up on the back of his neck.
“Whoa, what’s going on?”
“It’s Trevor, Dad. Mom said to call you and get you back here. Someone hurt him…” She was starting to ramble on and heading toward hysterics, and he couldn’t understand a word she was saying.
“Katy, stop it, calm down. I’m heading back to the house.” He was running down the trail, sliding sideways in spots with the phone to his ear. “How bad is he hurt? Put your mom on!” He knew he was shouting, but he couldn’t do a damn thing, being this far from the house, and that made him furious.
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