Chapter 22

“Wait here, Micha. Let me go out and give your numbers for the granaries to the messenger. Then I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” smiled Micha. He watched Eli leave the tent. After a few minutes his curiosity grew. He stood up, testing the affected leg.

Wow! No pain with the thigh!

He traced the keloid scar from the wound. Although the sensitivity involving the scar presented a new feeling, he studied the bumpy line. His self-exam of his leg stopped when he heard voices. He walked to the tent’s entrance, bending his head low so he could clear the top. He peeked out through the flap. Outside stood ten to fifteen camels with a varied assortment of men. He saw Eli talking to one then hand a small satchel to the same. The other man bowed out of courtesy to Eli then walked to a camel.

Micha retreated back into the tent.