” I hear him beginning to accept Hugo for what he is.Hugo laughs. “I’m sorry, George. It has become my language now, I think in it as well. But ...y old world was a high plain, not mountains. Even the length of the seasons doesn’t help since I don’t know when it was in the glacial ebb and flow. I think most probably it was in the southern Caucasus somewhere, the steppe, but only because what I know of the topography and climate fits my mem­ory.”“How would you end up in the U.S. mountains?” George. Eventually, I would like to put a two-foot thick brick wall on the outside as well. Now let's get the inner wall coated with the tar, and then once its dried, we can fill it," I replied."No, we need three more logs for the end cap, so go get them while we work on the wall," Susan ordered."Your command is my wish, my lady," I said and Sarla and I drove back to the logs.We quickly loaded up thirty-three more logs, and drove them back to the camp where we unloaded the first three and tied them. They carried boxes of clothes that had been donated for the Metchettes. Glen numbly watched them come and go without comment. He wondered how many more people would end up trooping through the house.After all of the activity died down, it was very quiet in the cabin. The only ones there were Glen and Dale. Dale stated, “Glen, snap out of out and talk to me. They’ll be here soon.”Glen looked over at the Sheriff with an even gaze. He stated, “I will do as I must. Don’t expect me to thank you or. I'll get you as close as I can."He went up Eighth Avenue and then turned east on 20th Street. They gotclose to Sixth when he found he couldn't go any further."Gotta let you out here. Sorry."She paid him and got out to walk. At least it was only a few blocks.There were emergency vehicles jamming up Sixth Avenue, but once she gotpast that, it was suddenly quiet. The driver's information had beenwrong. He could have easily skirted the area of the water main break anddropped her at her front.