On the Other Side of the Hill [antikvár]

Shwaree In the inky blackness just behind Rose Wilder, a foot stepped on a twig with a loud crack. She jammed her fingers in her ears, and her whole body cringed as she waited for the shotgun to bark and spit its tongue of fire. All around her, in the soft glow of turned-down lanterns, stirred the ghostly shadows of well-wishers from Abe and Effie's wedding. But the explosion did not come. Rose heard only the faint whispers of the people, the soft endless chirping of crickets, and the fluttering of a bird startled from its sleep. A cool late-summer breeze sighed through the leaves, and