The Falconer's Tale (2008)
The Falconer's Tale
“Irene said from the doorway. “Naturally.” She was back in work clothes, her hair wet, her cheeks flushed in the cold air.
The dog nuzzled his hand and barked, pushed its head into his thigh and barked again and ran in a circle. Piat wanted to avoid Irene as much as possible. He knelt by the dog and started to give him a good scratch. Piat looked up at Irene and smiled. “I—” he managed before she gave him a thin smile and closed the door.
Piat found Hackbutt half a mile up the ridge that... loomed over the cottage by the simple expedient of looking for the bird. He had no trouble guessing what Hackbutt was doing, either. He was trying Bella at “waiting on.”
He prepared himself during the climb. While his eyes watched the ground in front of him, seeking the easiest path between the damned tufts of coarse grass, his brain was evaluating what he had seen of Irene (puffy eyes, pot smoke, anger) and guessing at what he would find in Hackbutt, and how he could make them work.MoreLess
The dog nuzzled his hand and barked, pushed its head into his thigh and barked again and ran in a circle. Piat wanted to avoid Irene as much as possible. He knelt by the dog and started to give him a good scratch. Piat looked up at Irene and smiled. “I—” he managed before she gave him a thin smile and closed the door.
Piat found Hackbutt half a mile up the ridge that... loomed over the cottage by the simple expedient of looking for the bird. He had no trouble guessing what Hackbutt was doing, either. He was trying Bella at “waiting on.”
He prepared himself during the climb. While his eyes watched the ground in front of him, seeking the easiest path between the damned tufts of coarse grass, his brain was evaluating what he had seen of Irene (puffy eyes, pot smoke, anger) and guessing at what he would find in Hackbutt, and how he could make them work.MoreLess
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