Damn! “Did you hear that?” The voice was clear.
“I can’t hear a thing.”
“I thought I heard somebody. Pass over the lantern.”
Watters crouched behind the dyke as a man lifted the lantern in a great arc. The light flickered across the intervening field, startling a hare that bounded away in erratic escape.
“It’s only a hare!”
“Hares don’t kick stones!”
“You’re imagining things, man!”
They moved on. Watters numbered five men, and then they vanished into the trees.
Where are they going? Why didn’t they stay in the farmhouse?
Where are they going? Why didn’t they stay in the farmhouse?Watters remained still in case the men had stopped. He counted the minutes, watched the moon emerge from behind a wedge of cloud and heard an owl call, lonely in the night. A few moments later, the lanter
