Nick didn't know how long he wept. But when he finished, he felt refreshed. As he stood, he breathed in deeply. The air seemed clearer and the smells of the forest more exquisite than ever. He was part of it in a way he had never experienced before.
A crunch of dry leaves turned Nick around. He saw Redhawk approaching the truck. When the Native American spotted him there was a look of surprise that turned to anger. “What are you doing here, crying like a baby?”
Pulling himself together, Nick recognized this was not the same person he’d left behind at the quarry. He wiped away his tears and said angrily, “I might ask the same about you.”
Redhawk ignored the question. “So did you find them?”
“One found me. It … she talked just like us. There’re actually quite humanlike.”
Nick was quite
