13 BigFoot Bad Smell
The RV rolled down the rutted dirt road under the shading trees. The birdsong in the underbrush was almost deafeningly loud. The sunlight was bright, but the limbs and leaves that obscured it gave it that delightfully mottled look. They were rolling toward a cabin that they had been offered for the night. The town of Fouke was about three miles back the way they had come.
Charla had been very quiet ever since the vision quest. Veritasia seemed about the same, other than being slightly more clingy than usual, but with a body like hers, no straight man in his right mind was going to mind. Vera seemed to be trying to fit into the feminine stereotype more than she usually did, also since the quest. Tom noticed that Markus was sitting quietly simply observing the behavior
