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Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Audio Installment 18

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JACK AND THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
by HL Carpenter
ISBN: 978-0-9884095-1-4
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9884095-0-7
Copyright (c) 2012 by Top Drawer Ink Corp.

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Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Audio Installment 18

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“Not a chance, kid.” Jack grabbed the bicycle with one hand and clung to the boy’s arm with the other. Half-carrying, half-dragging his still-struggling captive into the clearing, he stopped in front of Nessa and the sheriff. “I may have found your vandal.”

“No, you found my neighbor,” Nessa said.

“You know him?” Jack set the bike down and kept a grip on the boy’s arm.

“Everybody knows Tenspot. The real question is how he manages to show up wherever I go.” Sheriff Garrison put her hands on her hips. “Why were you hiding in the woods?”

“I wasn’t hidin’. I rode over on my bike like I always do.” Tenspot tucked his chin, looking up at them through long dark lashes. “I know Cori’s stayin’ at the hospital until the baby’s big enough to come home. I came to see if Nessa needed chores done.”

“Thanks, Tenspot.” Nessa smiled.

The boy grinned shyly back.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d put Harey in his cage and feed him,” she said. “He’s in the greenhouse.”

“Okay.” Tenspot tried to pull away from Jack. “I’ll do it as soon as this overgrown ape turns me loose.”

“You better be careful who you insult,” Jack said. “I don’t like sneaks.”

“I’m no sneak.” Tenspot curled his lip. “Don’t bother trying to scare me, Jack. Nessa wouldn’t let you help with Harey if you were dangerous. Whaddya think? I’m stupid or somethin’?”

“There’s no such thing as a stupid kid.” Jack let go of the boy’s arm and tousled his hair.

“I’m not a kid. I’m nearly eleven.” Tenspot marched away.

“Does he hang around here a lot?” Jack asked.

Nessa shrugged. “He helps in the greenhouse whenever we have odd jobs for him.”

“So he might have heard…”

“Heard what?” Sheriff Garrison asked.

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***** ABOUT THE AUTHOR *****

HL Carpenter is the pen name of a Florida-based mother/daughter duo who writes from their studios in Carpenter Country, a magical place that, like their stories, is unreal but not untrue. When they’re not writing, the Carpenters enjoy exploring the Land of What-If and practicing the fine art of Curiosity.

Also by HL Carpenter:

The SkyHorse. Fourteen year old Tovi thinks finding a flying horse is fabulous luck–until a mysterious stranger says finders aren’t always keepers.

Dream Stealer. Is stealing a dream better than losing your own?

Pirate Summer. When her brother disappears, Josey is sure she knows where he’s gone. And the only way to bring him home is to travel two hundred years into the past with a boy she can’t trust.

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