. ?”Riles just winked.Once again, Cayuse told me, “Be back.”And off he went. I wondered if he told Rosie what he was up to. Probably not. I aske... Molly to bunk in with Rosie.The days, well, nights mostly, began to feel routine. Which can lead to letting your guard down, to becoming less alert. I began to wonder if the axe murderer had left town. Or was simply waiting for Cayuse and me to move on. We couldn’t station ourselves here indefinitely.Then one morning after breakfast, Autry walked with. Rudy had discovered some clever little eyelets of what looked like carved bone set into the walls at ankle height. They looked suspiciously like the restraining anchors found in medieval prisons. She let her imagination run away and pictured the frightened females secured to the walls for eventual sacrifice, for some unknown reason, to some forgotten God. They made their way to the surface, and both headed right to the showers to get the mud and clay off of their skin. The fact that they were. ‘Where do you live?’ ‘Out in the country, I’m afraid. It’s a bit of a trek.’ Daniel smiled and put his foot down as we wound our way through the country lanes. ‘You live alone?’ I nodded. ‘Well, apart from my cat. I like it.’ He looked at me and I wondered whether the other rumours were true. That his marriage was on the verge of a breakdown, his wife resentful at leaving the States and the move perhaps a step too far for both of them. ‘Am I taking you far out of your way?’ ‘Yes, but don’t. Their command posts were glass-encased booths equipped with computer terminals and communications gear.When the MPG troops stormed the stations, the squad leaders shouting at everyone to get down, one of the MPs at the north station reached for his rifle out of instinct. He was pummeled by rifle fire and dropped like a rock. The rest of the guards at that particular station, seeing this, immediately threw their hands up in surrender. At the other stations, all of the guards surrendered.