CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
SEN REUNITED
Being too wet for excavation work, the staff at Dig #421 were enjoying a leisurely morning. They sat at tables talking, sharpening knives, repairing tools, and patching torn clothes. A lot of tea was being drunk and the pipe smokers had claimed a table at the east end of the camp where they sat amiably puffing away.
Azazel, Owan, and Ramuell hiked down to a creek and managed to net over fifty fish. That evening the camp was treated to the freshly caught feast. As they ate a dessert of wild melons, Azazel waxed nostalgic for the days when he spent more time afield.
Owan mentioned that the Crow Clan was in Blue Rock Canyon. “They’ve pretty much taken up permanent residence in the caves.”
With a sideways glance, Azazel said, “And your point is?”
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