![]() He strode away, not waiting for Helen or the children, aware that his movement looked like he was fleeing from them, when what he fled from was far more dangerous: hope for the future.ĪFTER THE WAY Alistair had so rudely cut short their afternoon ramble, Helen had sworn to herself that she wouldn’t go to him again. He shuddered and abruptly turned in the direction of Castle Greaves. What shall we search for now?”Īnd she looked at him as if it were the most natural thing in the world to spend an afternoon with him. Alistair turned to find her smiling at him. “Oh, that was nice.” Helen’s voice came from behind them. The badgers froze, staring for a moment, and then abruptly disappeared. “See there?” Alistair bent his head near the boy’s and pointed the direction.Ī small black and white striped face peered from the burrow with another jostling for position behind it. ![]() A movement in the dark depths made him stop and catch Abigail’s shoulder. “Sometimes there is debris in the earth dug up by the badger.” Alistair picked up his specimen satchel and strolled closer to the burrow hole. “Are there other clues to the badgers that we might find about?” “Possibly a small mammal such as a mouse or mole.” ![]() He held it up before placing it in another small glass jar. “I’m not sure.” The bone was only a fragment. “Oh, what animal is that from?” Abigail asked with interest. ![]()
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