He picked up the empty trap. “What’s the use in me catching the little bastards if you’re just going to let ’em go, eh?” he shouted, spraying me with saliva. Out of sheer habit, I ran, even though he wasn’t coming after me. I did the same every time he flared up like that. The darkness in his eyes gave me the energy I needed to run fast and far. I grabbed Buster and raced down the slope, across the meadow, not stopping until I came out onto the old road to Vråkäng.
