The Age Of Momentum

摘要

Over the egg-shaped stones of the dry creek bed, I led the badger by a ring in his nose. Luisa, bobbing with each step, rode atop him and squinted into the morning sun. "There," she said. "The bend in the river is a likely spot." I followed her pointing finger to a green-topped bluff sharply eroded on its nearest face, chipped angles of grey stone exposed. Away from the river, grass sloped down to the east and north, bubbling as it went into low, misshapen hills.