As Baltheir said, he didn't live "in town". He wasn't even near it. Oren's giant blue car thumped over a potholed road that was more mule track than thoroughfare. With suspension from 1960, Katelina spent more time bouncing than sitting.

She was grateful when they parked in front of a small weather-worn house. Technically in decent shape, it needed a coat of paint and, in a year or two, a new roof. A smattering of small outbuildings said it was an old farm house, though from ...