Chapter 7“Well, here we are,” Colin said as he and his wife stepped out of the forest into cultivated land crisscrossed by ragged fences and filled with animals. The stench of cattle, birds and sheep rose up from to meet them, and flies buzzed irritably in the heavy air. His new horse, Pesadilla, whickered and pawed the ground with one foot.
He's better-natured than I expected, Colin thought, patting the glossy black coat. I hope it helps enough.
Daisy paused and scanned the scene. Before her, the fallow fields had been transformed into grazing pens. In the distance, crumbling tenant homes, their walls warped, barely managed to hold up their slate roofs. Children in ragged garments sat in front of their homes, digging in the dirt with sticks, but lacking the energy to run and play after
