They go, crawling across wet earth, and disappear beneath a precipice.Ī minute passes, then another. Julien twists around and gestures to Adrian: come. Two females and a juvenile on the opposite bank. We start picking our way east, towards the narrow gorge, to trace its path back to the house. Up ahead, Julien cranes forward again from his foxhole then stands up, shaking his head. I drop my head slowly back down behind the rock. Dark eyes flashing in every direction: suspicious. We are close enough to see the deer’s face in detail: her domed, almost Roman, profile. I wait a beat, then lift my head, bringing my eyes above the stone parapet.
I nod, coming to rest at his feet, sinking my hands into long dead grass as if it were hair. Storm catches my eye and points hammily beyond the boulder he is using as a windbreak.
After a while they slow to a stop and we bunch together.
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