Chapter 28
Santee sat on the glider staring out at the night as she rocked. Alone. The dogs slept in the house, as did all the humans.
The last three loooong nights had proven to her that there were indeed guards patrolling the grounds. They moved like shadows as they slipped almost silently about. Even the horses were used to their nightly rounds and seldom awoke, much less snorted as they passed through the barn, stables, or pastures. The milk cows slept or chewed their cuds quietly. The chickens roosted.
Only Santee and the guards watched the night’s hours inch past.
This was the third night she’d caved to pressure and slept (hah!) in the house. Like the old-time cartoon, where the house walls expanded and contracted with each snoring breath, so too did they in this house. Large as
