03/31/2020 Snippet, A BARGAIN WITH YIG.

This should be actually fixed up in a couple of days. I have maybe two more scenes to add.

Fighting in the dark is hard. It’s harder when you don’t allow yourself to fight back. It’s hardest when your opponents know this, so they take your time beating you. And never mind that none of the blows were physical; there’s more than one way to drive a man to his knees in pain.

We hid out for nine months, the latest voice told him. My youngest girl died — her name was Eliza, after your grandmother — but the rest of us stayed alive. Then we went looking for somewhere to farm. We didn’t care what it was, as long as the family could stay together.

But my wife was so thin by then, and she got the coughing sickness, and we had to bury her under a pile of stones because of the coyotes. Then we lost little Hannah to bad water, and my boy Joe fell into the ravine and Jack just never came back from hunting one night, and then my eldest Billy got wild about getting a lick in against the invaders and ran off to join the Danites. When they sent me word that his band got wiped out in an ambush, well, I didn’t have anything left, did I?