WIP amnesty, part the first

... for him, and they are each of them resigned to her service, for very different reasons which amount to the same thing. Today they are in a ramshackle red barn on Anticosti, with a salty Levanter blowing from Newfoundland. August is turning to September outside, and the hay-strewn floor is spangled with the lazy golden light of late summer. Both men have stripped to their breeches in the heat. "...