Chapter 7: Family GatheringGrey, morning light was pushing against the black sky, and a grim-faced Lorenz was riding in the back of the MacDonald family cart. One arm was hooked over the board edge and his legs sprawled out in front of him. Mina was asleep on an improvised pallet and the food was stored in a basket lashed against the sideboard. Mama and Papa, no not Papa. Why was he thinking like that? Something must be wrong with his head. MacDonald might be a good man like his Ma claimed, but he sure as hell wasn't his Pa.
The grey sky became threads of rose hued gold massing towards a blood-red center as he tried to figure out how he was so easily consigned to riding in this cart like some snot-nosed kid no older than Young James. He remembered frantically searching for his boots after
