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. Still, it reminded him the fire needed stok-
ing. Tossing two small logs onto the coals, he stared into the
flames until the fire's mesmerizing effects made his eyelids
heavy.
These mysteries he would take to sleep, unresolved. He
moved away from the fire to where he could keep an eye on
the camp yet remain concealed. But nothing disturbed him
again that night. -
* * * * *
Flint awoke at first light and at once headed east through
the pass toward Hillhome. He stayed with the rutted, mud-
slick road until he came to the last low ridge before the vil-
lage, just a quarter-mile away. There he stopped to relish the
view.
He had made the journey in less than two weeks, a re-
freshing enough adventure until the derro skirmish the pre-
vious night. But now he felt a peculiar emotion choke his
heart as he looked down at the winding, paved road, the ex-
panse of stone buildings, the blockhouse that was the forge
in the village of his youth.
The rugged valley stretched east to the pass and west to
Stonehammer Lake, broadening into a grassy vale around
Hillhome. Several side canyons twisted back into the hills to
the north and south
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