She heard a swoosh of wings: an owl passing, close and silent. Then the cry of a small animal, quickly stifled. The strong and the weak, she thought. Predator, prey. Nature’s way. God’s way. Even the Bible patriarchs had slaves. Who is Jarret to stand against it in this headstrong fashion, when even his own father, who is most injured in the business, accepts it? Why should she sit and shiver in the dark on his account?
