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Friday, February 13

Nug's Farm: Part 4 – The Lull Before the Attack

Hillary did nothing to prepare. There was only one minor incident in the afternoon.

Hillary’s farm worker, Will, and five other local men approached the house. They carried various implements: a sickle, hoes, and pitchforks. Hillary seemed a little surprised but unconcerned. She walked forward alone to greet them.

“I don’t need your help,” she said. “No. I have help.”

There were murmurs in reply.

“Yes, I know where you stand and so will Atkinson if you stay here. And Gresty.”

More murmurs.

“No. I can’t take it. Go on. Go on, Will, take them away. Go on. All of you, go on.”

They shambled off. She stood where she was for another minute, looking away from the house and watching the men’s backs. When she turned, it looked as if she’d been crying.

When she came back inside, Hillary made a simple supper: bread, cheese, and fruit. Time passed

Finally, the dogs gave warning again. It was midnight.

From the cottage window, you a bonfire was visible in the woods. Figures danced and jumped in front of it. Voices were raised in song. One of the goat-men committed suicide by jumping directly into the bonfire.

There was a pause.

Hillary looked up, her face was set. “It’s time to go outside.” [MORE]

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posted by talien at 5:30 PM

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