Hard lessons, then. But becoming an adult depended on such lessons.
He expected he would have to pound the others into submission as well, which made for a long night ahead.
For us all.
The camp’s old women would be pleased by the ruckus, he suspected. Preferable to wailing through the night, in any case.
The last tier of the buried city proved the most interesting, as far as Dennis was concerned. He’d had his fill of the damned sniping that seemed to plague this fell party of fugitives, a testiness that seemed to be getting worse, especially from Donald. The ex-slave knew that the Tree planter wanted to murder him, and as for the details surrounding the abandonment of Ramose-which made it clear that Dennis himself had had no choice in the matter, that he had been as much a victim as F
