“Jesus, you’ve hit the girl too”, said one voice.

One white man, his eyes wide, tried to make a lewd joke. The others tried to laugh but couldn’t take their eyes from the bodies. It wasn’t until they left the clearing that the joke really took form and the laughter real­ly began to shake the moonlight.

Beside the clearing, the boo book again began to call — boo book, boo book. So tired, so alone. Far away in the stillness of this white night, a child cried. So tired, so alone…………………