Chapter Twenty–One
BLAM! BLAM!
The wind rattled about the valley like a runaway wagon, barreling from out of the woods and into the clearing, wrapping itself about the cabin and catching at the futile door, tugging at its binding and slamming it against the doorframe, again and again, like some great, old battering ram until it threatened to tear from its hinges.
Blam! Blam!
Tamsen watched it in helpless fascination as the door slammed against the restraining cord like a dog strangling on its own chain. It seemed to her almost as if something were trying to gain entry.
She was glad that Lucas had not taken the axe with him.
Lucas had gone out, not saying why, perhaps to check upon the “deer”. His footsteps headed that way but she could not be sure. In any case he was gone and she was
