“She was all scuffed up and dirty,” Carsyn recalled. He described her as looking like she had been struggling against the man for a while.” Then, as if putting an end to the conversation, the man had hoisted her up over his shoulder “like a bag of potatoes.” But she was still trying to resist. And who was the third man?
Every instinct in the boys screamed at them to go back. They’d never forgive themselves if they didn’t.
