Black Times

My head is pounding. My mind is reeling.

I couldn't convince Uncle Al to let Marlena be. He got her back his way.

August marched off with Marlena screaming over his shoulder. I tried to stop him, but Blackie bashed me over the head. I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew, Walter was sitting over me tending to me wounds. He said we must lay low until we get Camel off the train.

I have to save her. I know what August is capable of.