From Chapter 21: At the Working

The working

Illustration by Howard Sanden

"About an hour later, we women heard sounds of a disturbance in the yard. I rushed to the back door, dimly aware of Fairlight just behind me. I thought that I recognized one voice--Bird's-Eye's. David was almost at the top of his strip, Bird's-Eye shouting up at him. His voice slurred and thick."


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