Day 79
10/11/2007
Absently poking at the underfed fire Jones pondered wearily this bent week spent searching.
Flatface groaned and rolled over on blanket thin as warm promise lost while river bend shore
cobbles poked through his coat and wollenwear. The scout was sent out at first light to scour tree bark, bush and berry
for precious things on Compton's list. Squatting in the afternoon sun, Jones closed his eyes and concentrated on
the sounds: river gurgle, fire crackle, slow wheeze of Flatface's
breathing, and a rock clank as it is shifted by...
Springing up, he whirled around, drawing his weapon, to face...
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