Chapter Twenty Six
With Valentine Vang’s departure, the almost reverent atmosphere evaporated in an instant, and was replaced once again by the juvenile excitement of the gathered mob. They descended on Tyra with an enthusiasm that bordered on the fanatical, like predatory creatures anticipating an imminent feast. In his short time here, Alex had noticed something imperceptibly different about the men folk of Foley, the way they walked, their occasional quaint turns of phrase, but mostly, an ever-present expression in their eyes, which he could only describe as a hunger.
Tyra was quickly released from her overnight confinement, and even though she struggled frantically, there was nothing she could do against so many men. As they manhandled her over to the ducking stool, Alex watched – no
