CHAPTER FOUR
Murielle turned onto the main road to Darloque and kicked Cheval into a hard gallop. Cornstalks rose above her on either side of the road, obscuring her view of the surrounding landscape. The road rose on a gradual incline bringing her above the crops to a small promontory. She dared not pause for even a second to take in the countryside spread out around her, and she continued hard down the soft slope back beneath the crop line. Although she did not pause, a slight glance to the left and then to the right revealed the green landscape around her. This was not the lush, fresh, green of spring, nor was it the patchy brown she expected to see in this brazen summer. Instead, the hard green of summer farmland returned her glances. Brown sprinkled the scene, but the swarthy green v
