He turned to leave; an arm detained him. Her tones were low and pleadingly sweet. "A good night one, now."
Head bowed, tired blood pounding, she slipped with furtive haste toward the darkened windows of the shack that was her home.
IV
THE CLASH
XVIII
Jim Hewin picked his satisfied way over the ramp's top and along the road below, toward the gap and the gap offices. He eyed the midnight stars with unseeing animal contentment, sluggishly at peace with the world.
A voice from the watchman's hut blurred upon his hearing. "Hey, where you going?" The man peered closer. "Where the hell have you been? The old man's been looking for hours——"
"I been right over in Hewintown."