They lived in cabins on the edges of the near swamp.

I stayed with them longer than I intended.

I remember saying as I dressed that I should have to work late and go without my supper in order to finish my stent.
It was almost dark when I was putting the last sack of wheat into my cart, in the gloomy barn, and getting ready to go.
A rustling in the straw near where I stood stopped me suddenly.

My skin prickled and began to stir on my head and my feet and hands felt numb with a new fear.

I heard stealthy footsteps in the darkness.