“Tell somebody, I guess. You wouldn’t happen to know the way home, would you?” Zeb barked, made a circle around her, then stopped and waited. “I take it that means you’re as lost as I am. You could at least look worried.” Jocie looked up at the sun. It had to be noon already. She licked her lips and looked longingly at the creek, but her father said drinking out of a creek could give you the pukes. She remembered the glint of water in the old cistern, but snakes came to mind again. Zeb waded into