The white haze obscured the village from sight but not sound.He listened to villagers starting the day. From the way the boys shouted the old chants it was definitely Hausen at the front of the morning run.Wilson drummed his fingers on the handle of a sledgehammer. He wore his normal hemp clothing and a white bandana around his neck. Over one shoulder was a coil of rope and on the other a rucksack.He opened the cylinder of the freshly oiled pistol. Mast had advised him to keep only five chambers loaded. The pistol’s hammer rested on the empty one.He heard quick footsteps and Badger ran out of the mist. She held a two-meter sharpened stick and wore three knives in her belt.Wilson pointed at the stick. “Why’d you bring that?”“I have to teach you everything? This is for your little pets. If you move slowly they can’t see it coming, then SQUISH. No more spider.”“As long as I don’t have to look.”She giggled. “You’re just like a girl!” Badger rummaged through the rucksack of Wilson’s supplies.
