There was no cloud cover and for two reasons Paul was glad. First, it meant no rain was in the forecast, and second, the bright array of country stars and three-quarter moon offered a significant light source. This made the footing a little easier through some of the trickier parts of underbrush, although the light was frequently blotted out entirely by some of the denser concentrations of trees.
The forest was definitely asleep. There were no sounds apart from the footfalls of thirteen men, some heavier than others. Paul could detect no movements, either. But these absences enhanced other particulars, such as the rich aromas of cedars and other conifers. Paul’s stomach tightened at the concept of such an ugly transaction transpiring in such a place of beauty.
It took a little over an ho
