CHAPTER 37 “The stubbornest humans.”
While Sam skinned the deer carcass, Bowie stepped into the tall grass surrounding the clearing. After a few moments he summoned Andre to join him.
“What do you make of this, old man?”
The ground was covered with footprints, too short for a full-sized man, too wide for most women or children. They were peculiarly matched to the broad, stubby feet of Pacal.
Andre grunted. “Looks like me daughter’s little friend was doin’ a war dance. The man’s crazier than a bed bug. Could we not find a way to make him vanish, and tell Mariette he simply wandered off?”
“I heard that.” Mariette herself pushed through the grass. “And the answer is no.”
She stood with hands on hips, black tresses falling carelessly over her shoulders. Her lips were pursed, her eyes war
