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Suddenly Kuz sprang to his feet； roared at them； his squat features black with fury。 They cowered； understood； whimpered their apologies。 Two cut away； walked up a small grassy mound and shaded their eyes in every direction whilst the remainder returned to their interrupted drink。 Their leader's message was only too clear： a guard must be mounted at all times so that they were not surprised by a lurking enemy。
Kuz rose and they all rose； shaking the water from themselves； their hair glistening with droplets。 Then they were moving on。 There was to be no respite。
Once they came upon another bunch of their own kind； the two groups regarding one another suspiciously from a distance of twenty yards。 There was no exchange of greetings； just hostile stares and a mute agreement to go their own ways。
The climb was being much steeper now； Jackie felt her leg muscles beginning to pull but the idea of resting was dismissed； so long as Kuz kept going so would she。 Travelling on all…fours for the last hundred yards or so； grabbing tussocks of coarse grass to pull themselves up by。 And then they saw the caves。
The place had once been a human habitation； dwelling places chipped out of the overhanging rock face on the eastern side of the hill； sheltered from the prevailing winds。 Lichen and moss grew on the stone； feverfew sprouted from the stony ground。 There were a dozen caverns at least； large and small； dark shady places that yawned back into the hillside； cramped spaces by modern standards but roomy enough to live in if you didn't have many possessions。
Kuz had already chosen the largest cave； one on the right set fifteen feet or so from the others。 He leaped to his feet； shambled towards it； Jackie still following。 None of the others disputed his choice for he was their leader。 They squabbled over the other caves； a blow was struck and then they set about preparing their new homes。
Jackie squatted on the floor watching Kuz's every movement with amazement。 He was accustomed； obviously； to a nomad existence； clearing the floor space； hurling loose rocks outside。 He grunted； pointed to a low shelf at the rear； this was to be their bed。 Rest； woman； for the journey has been a tiring one。
He went outside； returned with an armful of dry； dead wood and piled it just inside the entrance。 Fire was a good servant but a bad master； Kuz would be the master。 Two pieces of what appeared to be stone were rubbed together； sparking； rubbed harder。 Within seconds some of the smaller twigs were glowing faintly red。 Kuz stooped； puffed his bearded cheeks； blew。 The kindling burst into flame； crackled； a thin spiral of smoke beginning to drift upwards； a grey lazy serpent finding the way out into the open； dispersing； smelled sweet。
Kuz grunted his satisfaction； turned to face Jackie。 He had done it all before； that was why he was the leader of this hill tribe。 She nodded； smiled。 She was proud to have him for her man。 He would protect her。 And far away somewhere in the surrounding woodlands came the baying of wild animals。
Within a matter of a few weeks it seemed to Jackie Quinn as though she had always lived here in this upland settlement。 Indeed； her memories of that place with tall； symmetrical； frightening buildings were fading fast。 A fevered dream
perhaps； she did not want to think about it any more。
Others drifted in to the encampment； sometimes a group； other times singles or couples。 They saw the smoke from the fires and being gregarious came to investigate。 None disputed Kuz's leadership； they showed their allegiance together with a willingness to work for the food of the munity。 And there was plenty of work to be done。
The caves were only temporary residences； ancient homes of a much more primitive race but by no means permanent enough for these newers。 The first task was to build strong fortable dwelling…places which would be warm in winter and withstand the blizzards that would surely rip through this exposed range of hills。
Stone was in abundance； landslides which had showered down over the years and only needed sorting。 The building began； square houses rising at an incredible speed； the boulders knitted together with clay which the women kneaded in the bed of the nearby stream。 Except Jackie。 She wanted to help but Kuz forbade it； she was privileged； the chiefs wife； and as such her duties were to supervise the female workforce and to cook her man's food over the wood fire。 A woman apart； proud but 。 。 。 lonely。
The worst times were when Kuz and the men were away hunting。 A few of the younger ones stayed behind to continue with the building but for most of the day her pany was female and she sensed the bitter jealousness of the other women； felt their hostile glares； their defiance which they dared not show for fear of their chief's retribution。 And the way their eyes sought out Kuz when the hunting party trooped back into camp； enthralled by his powerful figure as they indulged in their individual primitive fantasies。 Each and every one would have traded him for their own man； given everything they possessed for the privilege of sharing his hide bed once darkness fell。 And only Jackie stood in their way and they hated her for that。
The hunting trips yielded prolific results for there was 'game' in plenty。 Farm livestock had reverted to its former wild state； in many cases breaking out through the hedges and seeking their freedom away from the environment of domestic farming。 Where the fences were secure the creatures found themselves still imprisoned by wire surrounds； easy prey for the roaming band of men from the upper regions。
Raids on farm outbuildings had yielded an assorted supply of weaponry； from pitchforks to scythe blades； the latter improvised into deadly spears； knives； axes； mallets which were ready…made clubs。 Sheep bleated and ran blindly but in the end they were cornered； brutally slaughtered。 The carcasses were flayed； the meat cut up for easy transportation； an abundance of food and clothing。
Jackie busied herself during the daytime making clothes for Kuz and herself； sheepskin garments which would keep out the bitter winter cold。 The other women fashioned crude pottery out of the surplus building clay； rolling it into long cylindrical shapes and then moulding it and smoothing it； baking it hard。 Pots to cook in； beakers to drink from； even plates on which to eat their food。 Gradually civilisation was taking shape。 Jackie even took to decorating some of these earthenware vessels； making patterns on them with a slim shard of stone。
It was Racel she feared most during those hours whilst Kuz was away。 A slim young girl with no man of her own although sometimes the other men took her to satisfy their lust； a nymph who spent most of her time alone down by the stream。 Jackie feared lest one night Kuz might go to her； her own status would then be in jeopardy。 Her own hatred towards Racel simmered； she even considered killing the girl； holding her down in the water where she would not even be able to scream； leaving her there for the o