“SLOW DOWN, I CAN’T see a thing out here!” complained Charlotte, attempting to keep her voice down to a whisper. Janet barreled ahead of her through the tall grass. “Damn mosquitoes!” Barely five minutes had passed since she and Janet had left their vehicles on East Line to begin their trek across the back field of Greens’ Farm The moonless sky and lack of familiarity with the terrain had made the journey treacherous for her. “Damn.” Her foot caught another...