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above one of the rabbits when a voice rang out. “That’s dangerous.”
I jumped back several feet as Gale materialized from behind
a tree. He must have been watching me the whole time.
He was only fourteen, but he cleared six feet and was as good
as an adult to me. I’d seen him around the Seam and at school.
And one other time. He’d lost his father in the same blast that
killed mine. In January, I’d stood by while he received his
medal of valor in the Justice Building, another oldest child
with no father. I remembered his two little brothers clutching
his mother, a woman whose swollen belly announced she was
just days away from giving birth.
“What’s your name?” he said, coming over and disengaging
the rabbit from the snare. He had another three hanging from
his belt.
“Katniss,” I said, barely audible.
“Well, Catnip, stealing’s punishable by death, or hadn’t you
heard?” he said.
“Katniss,” I said louder. “And I wasn’t stealing it. I just
wanted to look at your snare. Mine never catch anything.”
He scowled at me, not convinced. “So where’d you get the
squirrel?”
“I shot it.” I pulled my bow off my shoulder. I was still using
the small version my father had made me, but I’d been practicing
with the full-size one when I could. I was hoping that by
spring I might be able to bring down some bigger game.
Gale’s eyes fastened on the bow. “Can I see that?” I handed
it over. “Just remember, stealing’s punishable by death.”
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