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It was George's first time to go to the Full Moon Market. He still wasn't fond of the long hours on horseback, but he was getting better. He really liked the new gelding that Laura had rescued from the farm. George had named the big brown horse, "Big Mac." They had loaded a pack horse with surplus vegetables from the garden, berries, eggs, and three young roosters that were not needed in the hen house. On the way they stopped at Everett's house to pick up more things from the basement. The rotting bodies were still at the end of the drive way, still smelling rank even though most of the flesh had been picked away by animals. They had been good guardians though, because the empty house remained unmolested. It was sad and quiet when Laura unlocked the door. No fat happy dog to greet them,