Chapter 98

Then Matthew brought me back to reality. “How’s this thing gonna end?” 30

We sat in our own stink and listened to the fort come alive the next morning. Thursday, if I calculated right. My unwashed flesh bothered me more than my aching gut. We both anticipated and dreaded Hanlihan’s arrival. Yet, he didn’t come. A stir of excitement outside the guardhouse about mid-morning, including some shooting close at hand, increased our anxiety. Sitting in a locked cage while events go on all around us left us feeling helpless.