CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Sam had spent much of the night praying and thinking about her family, especially her nephews and nieces and how she wished she could protect them from the evil stuff she heard and saw in the job.
She’d watched Kat: unsettled, limping around with her face ghostly pale in the orange light coming from the fire. If the girl had slept at all, Sam would be amazed.
And Lunny. She’d thought about him too, how he was faring in Ando’s spare bedroom. She was concerned about him – there were times when he seemed close to breaking, then he rallied.
Sam lay listening to a concert of sighs and breathing from the camp beds – no one was sleeping well. She heard a growing rumble, wondered if it was more thunder, then critters on the tin roof hissed and squealed. Just possums. She clo
