- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
The improbability means you say nothing. It often happens that way. You’ve seen a ghost, the back end of a stag, As you drive through the night.
Who is chasing you? Red coats or poachers? The same men, different sides of the law.
You remember a story; of a deer offered refuge By a scorned witch; they supped together before dawn. Who will shelter you?