The Thunderous Enemy

Chapter 18

MORGAN and Fletcher left for Manchester straight after breakfast the next morning , Fletcher dour and irate , his eyes seething with disdain at whatever point he took a gander at Rogan . . . . . . . .

Rogan remained at the entryway and watched the brake drop away down the country road . He turned and gazed toward the mountains , feeling loose and settled . The morning was splendid and perfect , the field purple with heather and the fog of pre-winter was on the land . . . . . . . .

He turned and observed Hannah watching him , a slight grin all over . " A fine morning ."

" With those two gone it resembles being freed of a negative impression for you." He accepting a full breath as a little wind lifted from the stream in the valley carrying with it the moist, wet smell of decaying leaves.

" My beloved season , fall ," Hannah said . " Continually something a little tragic with regards to it . Old dreams like smoke in the air, waiting on briefly prior to blurring for ever ."

There was a power in her voice that contacted something somewhere inside him and he connected and touched her face delicately with the rear of his hand. She turned and kissed his palm, her face flushed and delightful . . . .

" What might you want to do?" he said. "As far as I can tell, we have the day to ourselves ."

She tinned , concealing her eyes , and gazed toward the fells . " I might want to go up there, I think . It would be great to be over the world for a little while . I could make some sandwiches ."

" Sounds fine to me ," Rogan said. "Should not some thing be said about your uncle ?'

" As yet working it off . Brendan went up the valley thirty minutes prior . We will most likely see him up there ."

They got back to the house . Hannah went into the kitchen and Rogan had a shave . At the point when he had gotten done, he grabbed the oilskin coat he had utilized the prior night and an old tweed cap from a stake behind the entry way , and held up outside . . . . .

Hannah went along with him a couple of moments later . She was wearing cowhide knee length boots and pants and her sheepskin coat . A scarf was hitched around her head and she conveyed an old point) rucksack . . . . . . .

" I will take that ," Rogan said and he slipped his arms through the lashes . . . . . . .

Over the mountains , the sky was dim and undermining and the sun had practically vanished , yet the possibility of more down pour did not appear to issue . They ended up ° through the entry way and fired up the valley . . . . . . . . . .