Barrett was the first to appear and soon after, his four associates emerged from the bush. Dickie rubbed his jaw where he had been struck, even through his beard a red welt was evidence of the blow. His jacket hung awkwardly, shredded by knives and a thin smear of blood stained his shirt from his abdomen. With suspicion, the men approached the hut. Missy, who sat on her log, puffed away on her pipe with calm and unconcern as Barrett walked towards her. His eyes blazed in anger.
"What do you know of this?" he yelled, "Where is he?"
Missy turned and spat on the ground, "The man you seek is long gone, he is back at Te Awaiti," she replied.
"You knew this would happen, you said as much when I was here. How did you know?" he pointed a stubby finger towards her.