Hannah entered the little hallow where she and her brother had once lived. Most of their life they had been migratory, constantly on the move. But when Heath was shot by Michael, they had taken shelter in this hidden spot.
She moved around as if in a dream, not caring that she was naked and exposed. The long winter had nearly erased the evidence of their camp. The lean-to she had once built out of pine boughs had fallen down, and now just looked like a haphazard pile of brush. She bent down and brushed away leaves and pine-needles to uncover the stone circle that had once contained their camp fire. She straightened and moved over to the base of one of the larger trees. She squatted down on the balls of her feet and dug through the leaf litter until she uncovered a few items that lo
