“But why?”
“I don’t know why. The rumors talk of something; something brewing, but what that might be, I wouldn’t know. I am still regarded as a bit of an outsider here, particularly by the Haitians. There are secrets, words left unsaid. Haitians started arriving weeks ago. At night, if you walk back into those hills behind the church, you can hear the drums.”
Lindsey felt a little chill. “I’ve heard them. And you can’t guess why? Or what they’re doing here?”
“They’re waiting for something. Just waiting... could be nothing.” But his eyes clouded with concern and suggested otherwise.
“There’s nothing like that, up at the plantation house, I mean... no trouble,” she mollified him but her interest was piqued. Lindsey was curious to know more, his thoughts, but he steered her away.
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