Gods of GardheChapter 4 Rumble
Inside Stan's tent the captives perched fearfully on a couple of folding chairs, squirming uncomfortably in their clean new clothes. Although the jeans and work shirts were about the right sizes, they plainly rubbed in unexpected places. Once their hands were untied the prisoners willingly accepted mugs of cold water, but refused to touch any of the food that was offered to them. Stan tapped his chest with one finger, repeating his name several times, then pointing enquiringly at each of...