e lost our  back. trackers and dogs arrived first, poking about t s came to take pograpprints left in t. A er e, filming ter and rod pato ted every discarded possession and carted t ter, anotting a srees to collapse tunnels, dig turning til top ran orange  clay. t t summer, not asons of a ferees.

    Sucruction did not temper to return  sleep  ttern of stars and sky framed by branc-sound—a snapped t scrabbling turbed my rest, and in too, training beo relieve ts. Smaolacimes eacricate clessness lessness. Kno still, as if ore our lives. y set in. e ime and again to he bones.

    op of tall oaks or scattered in pockets along tness and  campsite ed since t Frencraders, ribes at tral territory. ed a for good.

    e o early autumn. t difficult and unsafe, so  s togetoo far from to danger. Ragno and Zanzara ted by a surveyor oo fast. Dump trucks brougo line t road carved from to our old clearing. Cone  ten o dra driver may be tween humb and finger.

    On truction site tes resting on t seat of an empty truck. Quiet as a mouse, tered over, and as o steal t trikes as to a nearby out open, and tugging up rousers, srespasser. led over to truck, searc i , Luc resist any longer and struck a matcer t drag, o duck gun again, long after my friend o t of t.

    After ts, Béka clamped do alloo travel alone, nor could . ricted any forays into to of fear of detection. By day, taccato of o illness invaded. I longed to run ao ts comforting privacy. I missed my books and papers,