Owen tossed his hat to Hector, stepped into a dense thicket of heliconia, and snuck up to a curtain of ovate leaves. Through their jagged cracks, he could see the Yagüani longhouse. Over its thatched roof, a thin trail of white smoke rose into a slate sky. He carefully parted the leaves in front of him and lifted his field glasses to his face, hoping against all odds the tribe was okay. But the empty grounds before him were quiet. He sighed. Not good. Da area should be teeming with men, women an" children.
Not good. Da area should be teeming with men, women an" children.He lowered the glasses and backed out slowly to where Hector and Ramirez waited under low overhanging branches. Raising a finger to his lips, he pointed to a mound of tall pampas grass to the north. The men nodded and slip
