The day was much brighter on the west side. The sun parched the earthy grounds. The Deltas were all packed up on the oak trees. Xander and Ruben had just missed them. The firewood was still hot and the ambers were still lighted red. 

     “Seeing the pieces of rags around,” Ruben his palms behind his head and stretched. “I am guessing they are at the Manor too.”

    “Possibly… I need answers fast,” Xander grunted. “So no one fucking noticed there was an ambush?” he fisted into a tree bark. The red leaves of the northern red oak fell on his grumpy crinkled face.

     “The manor must be packed with the...