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three feet in diameter. I could see that it had not fallen naturally. The base of the tree has been smoothly cut by something. Jefferson reached the tree first. The rest stopped nearby waiting for his report. I watched as he slung his rifle over his shoulder and cautiously leaned over the larger trunk. His expression dropped from one of caution to one of revulsion. He reached down behind the tree and then with disgust pulled a live, naked man from behind the tree and flung him to the ground before us. The man looked up at us and made a squealing sound, then yelled. “I’ll be a good piggy. I promise.” He was a skinny man, just under six feet tall. His waist length hair would have been blonde had it ever been cleaned, but it was so greasy that it was closer to brown. Blood covered the man’s legs, but I could see no open wounds.
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