Cry of the Panther [antikvár]

PROLOGUE Idaho, 1969 Ewan told connla they couldn't take a girl with them. Imogen had heard hím say it last night when the two boys thought she was asleep. She had meant to be up in time to stop them going without her, but she woke to empty sleeping bags. Why didn't Connla wake her? He always stood up for her against her brother, so why not this time? She crawled out of the tent, the dew on the canvas flap damp against her skin, and stood barefoot in the wet grass. She strained to see if she could spot them, but the trees were dark and the trail empty, so she ducked back inside the tent and lay down again, aware of the silence and upset that they had left her behind. She sucked at the corner of her blanky: eight years old and still sucking on a blanky. No-one at school knew about it. Even Ewan wouldn't teli anyone about that, and he told everyone anything that would embarrass his sister. She had given it up for almost a year, but her mom hadn't thrown it out and she had gone back to it for comfort when they told her they were moving back to Scotland. Today was the last day of the vacation before they went back to Jackson City. When they got there they would start packing. Her brother always bragged that he could remember Scotland, and that it was great and everything, but 1