“Jimbo, good to see you. Xnx She’s dead somewhere nearby, a month of meals for my wives, and I can’t find her. And again. I’ve never seen any of the other women in her tribe so much as hold a butter knife. The moment Tanya sees daylight, she disappears into the woods. She’s desperate. Each of the trucks is uniquely customized, with massive off-road tires, steel boxes for cargo, heavy metal grills and wenches, and even a fixed cage that looks ready for large animal occupation. Tanya grips the axe handle all the way to the ground. I note a dwindling store from the previous summer. My brain is foggy. She stops on the porch, staring at me in disbelief. With a lowered shoulder, she bursts past me, running from the shed and up toward the house, kicking up dried leaves in a whirlwind behind her.
