Chapter 62
Outside the community house, Charlotte and Rachel ground what appeared to be a primitive corn or maize into meal. Rachel looked around to see if anyone watched them, then held a forefinger to her lips in a sign of “quiet” and motioned for Charlotte to follow her.
“You've got to talk with Will Durham,” Rachel whispered.
She led Charlotte to a cabin and opened the door without knocking. “Will?”
“Come in,” he said. The lit fireplace warmed the air. Rachel and Charlotte sat side-by-side on the bed while Will took the chair.
“Rachel tells me I can trust you,” Charlotte said.
“We aren't bad men. It's just a matter of strange things that have happened.” He looked sheepish, knowing how weak the confession sounded.
“Charlotte has a theory about this place,” Rachel said. “That's wh
