Dru was so sick she forgot to wipe the vomit from her face before it could freeze. Besides the horror of what she watched at the farmstead, she could feel a fever coming on. She was wracked with trembling from the cold and sweating even as the wind sliced through her jacket. She led Rupe forward past the awful place where the devils – they have to be devils, she thought – had drunk from the buckets of blood. Her left hand on his bridle was stiff, almost useless. Her feet were practically stumps of ice. As for her empty belly, Quam, I don’t know how I had anything to puke up, she moaned inwardly.
they have to be devilsQuam, I don’t know how I had anything to puke up,She kept her right hand tucked inside her jacket in a desperate attempt to keep it warm enough to hold her truncheon in case
