Mart's gang stopped to survey there surroundings; get a feel of what might lie ahead. They had only travelled around half a mile from camp, along these once over congested roads, familiar roads. Roads that had signs to point the way. Give directions. Make travellers aware. Make the journey easier. But today, Mart, along with the rest of his gang, had no sense of direction.
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annette steens 09 May 2008
very special Richard.jamie winter 09 May 2008
wow this is so so excellent