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In spite of them I went through every plan I could think of to try to escape but none seemed workable. The next morning Zeb said as he pushed the mush in, "Your girls are in luck. Zeke and Ruth went to town to go thru junyards to find stuff to make a third sulky for racing. Ruth said I should let you rest up. they will be gone all day."
I said, "Racing? You have horses?" "No baby. You girls are going to be the horses. You will race and losers will be whipped by the winner. Pray you don’t get Zeke. He weighs about 260." He laughed as he left. Trish began bawling and between sobs said, "Oh God. I know Zeke will want me. I will die for sure!"