Owen added, “This aint no meet an" greet, Mol. These blokes here been living by "emselves a long time, an" there"s a reason for it. They don"t like company. We give "em cause ta not like us an" we"ll end up as bug breakfast on a pole somewhere … Thad, Jorge; ya hear me back there?”
“Don"t worry, this isn"t our first rodeo,” Thad said.
Owen frowned.
Claire said, “Poppy, can it. Owen"s right. All of us, watch their leads, and be mindful of your expressions, especially smiling.”
Juan stumbled out of the forest undergrowth into a sunlit glade and stared at the bivouac of canvas tents, wondering if he were in a dream. As he panned the small encampment though weary eyes, several people turned their heads. Somewhere, someone was cooking. Juan inhaled the aroma of sizzling meat and herbs. His
