Cutter, You Found Her

John Cutter, the local pariah, was about to be a hero. But when we reached the forest near the abbey I tell the boys to hold their horses for a minute while I run off for a wee. After I'm done I hear two people walking through the trees only from the opposite direction my mates are. It was Cutter and he's holding the hand of a little girl who looked exactly like Jenny Campbell. She looked exhausted, pale and terrified with cuts and bruises all over her arms and legs. As she'd been out there for a week on her own there's no telling what she'd had to do to survive. Then Cutter spoke in a low voice addressing me by name