Already at the tree were three men. Two of them, he could see, were so like Samuel and Jacob they had to be the other two brothers, the only visible difference being Samuel and Jacob were fair like Lizzie and their mother and these other two had dark brown hair like George. Thomas couldn’t see the face of the other man but could tell he was a native from the black arms and legs flailing about. The taller of the two brothers spoke as his father approached. “We’ve got him.” The other said, “Who’s that?” They all turned and looked at Thomas, who was several steps behind. He didn’t know what was going on here but he was certain he did not want to be involved. “Come and join us, Thomas,” George called. “You should learn how best to deal with these fellows.” Thomas glanced behind him. Lizzie was at the door, her face full of concern. Anne was looking over her shoulder. He sucked in a long, slow breath and continued after George. He frowned as Samuel produced a thin branch and held it out for his father.
