The directions were somewhat imprecise, and it took some time to finally locate the man's abode, but now, as she stood before it, she wondered if she had made a mistake.
It was a wooden structure with walls of mud lathered over some type of frame, which could be seen through holes where the mud had fallen off. The cedar shingle roof appeared to be in the same state of disrepair, and she wondered how it would ever protect anything from the rain. The structure looked abandoned, as if it hadn’t been used in years. There was no door, only a leather skin covering the entryway which she approached with trepidation.
“Hello,” she called out, “is anyone home?” There was no answer, and so she moved closer, knocking on the frame of the doorway, “Hello?”
Hearing a rustling behind her, she turned to
