Ten
Annie took in the rough air that blew from the Glencoe mountains. She came to love this place, appreciate the coarseness of the highlands, although it made her yearn for home all the more. It took them the entire night to get up here by car, and she resisted the temptation to make a stop at Buttermere lake. She wasn’t sure she would be able to leave this time.
The army would arrive soon. They had left for a slow and careful walk up north the day they had attacked the last labor camp, divided in small groups so that nobody would spot them, connected by old-fashioned walkie-talkies. Some of them had arrived days ago already and hid in the mountains. But Bearclaw would gather them now. Annie stared out into the mountains for comfort. Had she made the right decision? And if they gathered
