Terry was excited to see her Uncle Nat again. He was a tall, good-looking man getting close to forty though he didn't look it really. He was trim and muscular. She'd never see him wear anything but blue jeans and a cowboy shirt and he liked to tease her whenever he got the chance. It was nice seeing Roger, too. He'd been gone from borne for almost a year how. Teresa had always been close to her brother. She knew that part of the reason was because her other brother, Billy, had run away from home at such a young age. That'd left Roger and both she and Terry had doted on him. But Roger never got along with their mother and as soon as he'd graduated from high school, he'd worked out a deal with Uncle Nat. Now he was responsible for a good portion of the work at the sawmill Nat owned.

The house was set back in the woods and only one road led in and out. It was a remote, but beautiful part of the state. The house Nat had restored was really an antique. Terry was excited to find that she would have her own private room. There was a bathroom at the end of the upstairs hall that she and Janey would have to share with Roger, but that was okay. As soon as she awakened that morning, she opened the window and looked out on the rolling woodland that stretched miles in all directions. The woods looked a little scary even in broad daylight. She knew she'd have to go exploring sometime. Maybe getting sent to Uncle Nat's wouldn't be so bad after all. But Terry was still fresh from her experience on the Greyhound and it was hard to get that soldier out of her mind. She dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and padded barefoot down the stairs, her sandals in her hand.