Hana used her scarf to cover her eyes. She pressed her hands against it and constricted her breathing. The previous night’s optimism dissipated in the face of nature’s tragedy and she heard her own sobs.
“Sort out your wahine matua,” Hemi shouted and Hana heard the thud of Logan landing on the grass.
His arms enfolded her and he led her away in her blindness. “It’s natural, Hana. It’s Papatuanuku’s way. The animals don’t see things like we do.”
“They must do!” Hana sobbed, jabbing a finger back at the scene. The cow licked the dead body, bowing to maternal instinct while all hell broke out around her.
Logan bundled her away. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, sounding irritated. “I told you to stay indoors. Now they must manage alone.”
“I’m sorry!” Hana’s breath hitched in her chest an
