“It’s like your friend, the warden, said, he’s in the infirmary. He’s bad hurt, bleeding in the brain. The doctor, who did see me, said no vis...tors, none for a while still,” she said.“A fight, right?” he said.“Yes, a stupid fight. You remember that special picture of me that he wanted and that I sent him?“Yes, of course,” he said.“Well, some other prisoner, grabbed it from him and he tried to get it back, and well, the other guy was not only bigger, he also had friends. They damn near beat him. "I took the phone and asked for Ben without identifying myself. Ben came on and I asked him if he would bring his own cue with him, as I didn't have a good selection of cues. The only good one was my Meucci and he used a Joss.I hung up and Sue said, she thought she had finally figured something out.While we rode back, Sue was telling me that she had often thought that her mom and her uncle were too close for just brother and sister. She said she was almost positive the two of them were getting. It took a while to push through the crowd. Finally, they reached the center, where a couple of women, still wearing their customary camo straps, along with three stout men flanked an unusual package: a young, naked woman, seemingly unconscious, hogtied over a piece of wood. The angle on which she slept prevented the tinkerer from taking a good look at her, but he could tell she had a shapely form, milky skin and bright pink hair, which hid her face. He frowned.Every now and then, a human would. My husband’s tribe know about the stars, about herbs and how to make stone tools of great sophistication. They worship similar spirits to the Cave Painters, but their language is different and they are very differently attired. If you met Flint you would never mistake him for one of Ochre’s tribe. The Cave Painters are far more accustomed to the presence of tribes other than their own. And the Cave Dwellers’ caves are as far to the South and West of here as your tribe’s Summer hunting grounds.