My eyes do not avert away from the slope above. 

“You’ve got nerve,” I threaten, looking up the slope, standing straight, no longer limping from yesterday’s fight in the tent. The sunlight that shines through the forest trees blinds my left eye from seeing the president with it. “You’re not allowed here.” 

The fifty-two villagers of Sagu District draws the remaining river water from their storage and put out the fire in the village center. It ...