He was twenty and on the hunt. The girl had been clever, crossing the river to shake him, but now she was trapped, her back to a high board fence. Logan walked toward her. She clawed at the boards, breaking her nails on the rough wood, then fell, huddling at the base of the fence. He raised the Gun, fired, and the homer sang in. Logan stood there; feeling the sick emptiness flush through him. Why had she made him do this? Why hadn’t she accepted Sleep? Why had she run?
This was the runner in the beginning of the book?
