Chapter Forty One - The Barn
Hannah
I had never been out to the cow barn. The building had once housed dairy cows, and had the cow stalls below and a big hay mount above. Dust hovered in the air, and cobwebs stirred in the summer breeze that pushed through the windows and the cracks and crevices between the old, warped boards. At one end, the roof had collapsed, falling into the stalls below, leaving a gaping hole open to the sky above.
Rebel Moon was too small and too new to have a proper place to restrain and hold prisoners. In truth, Michael was the first prisoner they had ever had to incarcerate. They had him tied to one of the fat, heavy beams like a scarecrow, his wrists and his ankles secured with silver wires. He’d been roughed up pretty bad, and judging by my brother’
