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Within an hour the trailer was full of neatly sawn cylindrical birch trunk。 He climbed back up to the wheel； started on the bumpy journey back home。
If only Jackie had been there awaiting him。
He was starting to get depressed； a gradual erosion of his positive thinking。 That stemmed from spending too much time alone。 Maybe Sylvia was right； they had to go and find other survivors； //there were any others。 There had to be。
He backed into the yard； tipped the trailer； watched the logs showering out； bumping into a sprawling heap； one or two bowling away as though they sought to escape the splitting axe and the Rayburn。 Now it was time to go back to the wood again and 。 。 。
'Jon！' Sylvia appeared in the doorway and his first glance told him that something was wrong。 Her features were whiter than usual and she glanced continually about her； 'Jon； there's been somebody here！'
'What！ Who？' His mouth went dry and the sweat inside his T…shirt was suddenly cold。 'What on earth are you talking about？'
'There was somebody here about a quarter of an hour ago。'
'Yes； but who？ A man？ A woman？'
'I 。。。 I didn't see them。'
He closed his eyes momentarily； almost yelled 'Then how the fuck did you know they were here？' Instead he spoke calmly； knew he had to reassure her。 'How do you know then？'
'I heard them。 They went in the shed over there； rummaged around； then came out again and left the door swinging open； just like it is now。'
He turned； saw that she spoke the truth。 He knew the door had been closed when he left because he had fetched the chainsaw out of there before breakfast and had replaced the stout gate…hook in the 'eye'。 It fitted tight； too tight； so that more often than not you had to jerk it free to open the door。 It was beyond anything other than a human being to open it。
The shed was not in full view of the cottage windows； a bare stone wall facing in this direction。 Without going outside Sylvia would not have been able to see whoever had been in the shed and 。 。 。
'Christ！' He saw the debris on the floor； the spilled contents of his workbench； boxes of screws； nuts； nails scattered over the whole floor so that they overflowed out into the yard。 'Some bugger's been stealing my tools。'
Jon Quinn had a tidy mind； Jackie used to call him obsessional。 If you put everything back where you got it from as soon as you've finished with it； you'll know where to find it next time； he used to tell her。 Consequently； within a couple of minutes he knew which of his tools were gone； a process of elimination from those still hanging from the nails above the bench。 Two screwdrivers； a hammer； a hacksaw； a chisel。 。 。 The Black and Decker toolset Jackie had given him for Christmas was still there； so was his spare chainsaw。 It didn't add up。 Or did it？
'A thief；' Sylvia's tone was low and frightened。
'It looks that way；' he muttered。 And everything they've stolen is something that could be used as a weapon。 In addition to that it means that they've now found us； they know exactly where we're holed up。'
'I heard somebody in the shed so I locked the door。' She clung on to his arm。 'I didn't dare go out to look。'
'Just as well；' he answered。 Because if you had you'd probably be dead now like Gilbert in the wood。 'We've got to keep a watchful eye out；' Trite； an understatement。 If you're not on the alert the whole time you're likely to end up dead； just like Gwyther would have killed me。
He kicked the nails and screws back inside； closed the door and flipped the hook back into place。 'I'm not going to bother getting any more wood today； I've got a pretty good load。'
'Shall we go into the village this afternoon then？' 'I'm just too bloody knackered。' He squeezed her hand； wondered if he'd have to e up with an additional excuse but she did not press the point。 Possibly she was not as anxious to make contact with others now that there had been a prowler in the yard。 'Let's have something to eat and then I'll try and think of a way of catching those goats and bringing them down here to the goat…house。'
'I wonder who it was；' she said as they went inside。 'Gwyther？'
Christ no； but maybe it's a good job you didn't set eyes on him if it was anybody like old Bill。 'It could have been just anybody；' he replied casually。 'Like I said before； there are bound to be bands of vagrants roaming the countryside after a holocaust of this nature and well do well to keep out of their way； not advertise our presence。'
But he knew Sylvia wouldn't be satisfied until they had been to the village。 Sooner or later she was going to have to witness for herself what the terrible micro…organisms had done to humanity； see these throwbacks with her own eyes。
Rounding up the nanny goats was a paratively simple operation； an idea that Jon Quinn had hit upon whilst they ate a salad lunch。 For once Sylvia did not plain about a plateful of sprouted seed salad and some hard goat cheese。 A cheese that Jackie had made； on occasions Jon had difficulty in swallowing。
*I want you to help me this afternoon；' he said； putting his plate in the sink； noting at the same time that she had not yet washed up the breakfast dishes。
'How？' She tensed； was already thinking up a feasible reason to refuse。
'Well； our priority is to get the goats down into the shed in the yard so that they can be milked；' he said。 The kids will be a lot easier to catch than the goals and where the kids go； their mothers will follow。 Get me？'
'I see。' She pursed her lips and a worried frown creased her forehead。 'But suppose that billy 。 。 。'
'I don't think he'll trouble us；' Jon told her。 'I reckon he's gone off into the woods； myself。'
Within the hour all the goats were safely shut in the shed by the house。 The young kids had shown no fear of the approaching humans even though their mothers kept their distance； had e skipping towards Jon and Sylvia。 They had been grabbed； carried home； the nannies following reluctantly。 Just as Jon had said； they would not desert their offspring。
Now he leaned on the stable door studying the animals at close quarters。 Certainly they had undergone a change； the white Saanen hair growing long and coarse； restlessly pacing quarters which had once been familiar but now they appeared not to recognise their surroundings。 They eyed Jon Quinn with distrust； no spark of memory showing in their eyes。 Distrust。 Milking them wasn't going to be easy but he consoled himself that he had successfully got them down here。 He was anxious about the calves now。 Gwyther's dog 。 。 。 no； one dog alone could not have killed and eaten Gilbert like that； the billy was strong and vicious； as dangerous as a bull when he was angered。 It would take more than one canine predator to do that。
The electricity was gone now so they had to resort to candles for indoor lighting； small flickering flames casting dancing yellow light； creating shadows that hovered in the corners of the rooms and could have hidden anything depending upon how far you let your imagination run riot。 'We may as well go to bed；' Jon said。 'There are some old oil…lamps out in the shed somewhere。 I'll hunt them out tomorrow and you can have a go at cleaning them up。 Then we'll have to get some paraffin from somewhere。' From the village garage。 Tomorrow。
Sleeping in the same bed as Sylvia was being a strained affair。 Only a few weeks ago； Jon reflected； it had been exciting； erotic。 That was because they hadn't gone to bed to sleep； the difference again between wife and mistress。 You stripped off； made love； got dressed again and went your own separate ways； back to another way of life。 Just a sexual relationship and now it was falling apart because something more was being asked of it。
He tried not to watch her undress because that in itself was a rejection of himself； the way she pulled her nightdress on before she slid her pants off； her back towards him； easier by candlelight than by the harsh glare of an electric bulb。 He found his own reactions the same； pulling his pyjama trousers on under the protective shield of his shirt。 Strangers； that was what it amounted to。 Under the same roof the chemistry didn't mix。 They would have to work at it because they didn't have any choice； no marital partners to go back to； no way they could split up。 They would have to talk it over but not tonight because they were too tired。
He knew what was on her mind； that prowler。 Thank Christ she hadn't set eyes on him。 If he was anything like Gwyther she would have had hysterics。 Jon couldn't get Gilbert off his mind； found himself visualising the fight to the death； wild shaggy dogs circling warily； snarling and slobbering； then bunching for the final kill。
'I can't stand much more of this；' she whispered out of the darkness； lying facing away from him。 'Every day brings new terrors。'
'I guess it's the same for everybody else maybe the whole world over；' he answered。 'You j