Chapter SixThe morning light angled through the tall trees shooting beams of light into the clearing like inquisitive fingers. Smoke rose lazily from the remains of the previous night’s fire. The occupants of the camp still slept off the effects of the alcohol and m*******a they’d consumed. Under a grubby blanket, a large bundle squirmed, coughed and settled again. Birds sang a morning chorus and one fluttered to the ground, snatched a morsel of bread and flew away. Nothing stirred. It was a signal and others soon followed to pick up what sustenance they could find.
A head poked gingerly out from under a large blanket and looked around, blinking in the morning light. It belonged to a long-haired young woman. She sat up and eased out from under the cover, careful not to disturb its other o
