A little, involuntary gasp of surprise came out of Ruth, and she tensed her body to my touch. "Aah Hmmm..." she said, blushing much more warmly, however, not with shame.
The early morning air was cool on our skin, and we got out of the hut. It was early, the sun was just beginning to come up, but the eastward sky was lightening, the first rays of daylight beginning to color the horizon with the pale yellow of pink and gold.
I went out and saw that the whole tribe was already roused--men, women, and children getting out of their huts as the first rays of daylight fell upon the earth.
I thought it at that time: their lives were like the sun. They woke as it rose and gave in to sleep as soon as it descended behind the horizon.
But my mind was elsewhere. I looked around with my eyes and tried to find Mitt, Tusk, and Ryan. Not here. I suppose they had to go out hunting again.
