Chapter 17
CARRO AND the hunters packed up their camp at dusk. They rigged their gear to the eagles’ saddles and mounted their birds, still without many words spoken. Jeito who had studied the maps, led the way, over the valley through which the muddy river with the burnt logs wound its way, and over the slowly-rising farmland.
The sun came out right on sunset, a rare occurrence with the recent heavy cloud cover. The sky turned deep red with the haze that seemed to have gotten stronger. Lit from below, the menacing bank of clouds in the south looked menacing, as if edged in blood.
By the skylights, it looked like the worst of the weather was still to come.
Soon, the town of Twin Bridges came into view, a loose scattering of houses at the place where two rivers joined. From here, the ro
