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Phil picks his way back down the trail towards his family's home, deep in thought.
The young man, yes, quite formidable. But he was travelling with a bunch of women - one a ghost and one blind - and two babies. How much trouble could they really be?
Their home is a tall building of stone, quite sturdy, painted cream with red sills and framing. His wife is in the garden, preparing herbs. She looks up as he approaches and frowns slightly. "You're alone."
"They decided not to accept our hospitality," Phil says smoothly, looking back towards the campsite irritably. "I think the ghost girl mentioned that our pantry is a little on the empty side, and they didn't want to impose."
"How sweet of them." Rosalie sits back on her heels, peeling off her gardening gloves and wiping the smallest speck of soil off her wrist. "Hmm. We'll have to do something about that."
"About the pantry? Yes. Yes, we will." Phil smiles at her, catching her hands to lift her to her feet and dipping to kiss her. "Quite soon, I think. Quite soon."
About half a mile down the road, there is a sharp corner, and an overhang. Once it was an overpass, but now it's just a lot of rocks and dirt piled up on the two opposing edges of what used to be the pass part.
It's the work of half a second for two young, strong men to trip the careful balance mechanism and let it all end up covering the road below.
No cars are getting through tonight.
The young man, yes, quite formidable. But he was travelling with a bunch of women - one a ghost and one blind - and two babies. How much trouble could they really be?
Their home is a tall building of stone, quite sturdy, painted cream with red sills and framing. His wife is in the garden, preparing herbs. She looks up as he approaches and frowns slightly. "You're alone."
"They decided not to accept our hospitality," Phil says smoothly, looking back towards the campsite irritably. "I think the ghost girl mentioned that our pantry is a little on the empty side, and they didn't want to impose."
"How sweet of them." Rosalie sits back on her heels, peeling off her gardening gloves and wiping the smallest speck of soil off her wrist. "Hmm. We'll have to do something about that."
"About the pantry? Yes. Yes, we will." Phil smiles at her, catching her hands to lift her to her feet and dipping to kiss her. "Quite soon, I think. Quite soon."
About half a mile down the road, there is a sharp corner, and an overhang. Once it was an overpass, but now it's just a lot of rocks and dirt piled up on the two opposing edges of what used to be the pass part.
It's the work of half a second for two young, strong men to trip the careful balance mechanism and let it all end up covering the road below.
No cars are getting through tonight.