iled tents stretched across steel frames in places. A cold hearth sat in a central location, a black grill beside it. But no lights and no sounds from inside, not even a hint of movement.
Luis called and received no answer. “We wish to pass through. We are hiding from the Vadiya.”
Never drew a blade – the heavy throwing-knife given to him by the Quisoan woman. Had he gone through so many, so fast? He had two left, aside from the beautifully crafted weapon he now held.
Would he even need to use it?
A deep silence exuded from the camp. The kind of silence that was assured of lingering – whoever had lived in the camp did not intend to return. “Spread out, but not too far,” Never said. “See what you can find.”
Within the first structure a narrow cot and a small chest only, empty blankets
