Chapter 3
JAVES WENT BACK into the yard, where the goats had woken up and crowded around him, bleating for him to toss them some hay.
Tali came into the doorway, looking scruffy and dusty.
“Sleep well?”
She didn’t reply. Her eyes had a hollow expression, fixed at a point over the back fence.
It disturbed him how skinny, dirty and ill she looked. She said she couldn’t remember how long ago the men had come, but he guessed it must be some while, because she didn’t look like she’d eaten much for a few weeks.
“Did you have any breakfast?”
“There is milk,” she said.
Javes eyed the goats around him, their udders full. They hadn’t been fed either. “Last night’s milk? That’s off.”
She shrugged and sat down, wrapping her arms around her pulled-up knees.
Well, suit yourself.
Javes crossed
