Dawn’s First Blush

Book excerpt: Dawn’s First Blush with its sparkling glow was still shining brightly through the single dingy window of the building securely tucked away in on of Montana’s dense forests, but its warmth brought no comfort to those inside the small building. It only succeeded in chilling their hearts, as this, like other days, merely seemed to bring them closer to an unknown fate. Some of those in the small cabin had been there for over a week while others had been shoved into the building before the morning’s first blush. All but two of the captives wore disheveled street garb familiar to the homeless – threadbare clothes that had seen their better days, fingerless gloves and shoes with holes showing through the soles. There were no exceptions of this general rule other than the two men who sat shoulder to shoulder in a corner whispering in low voices. Dressed in what were once fine suits, with white shirts and silk ties, they sat huddled in bewilderment. Their fine suits now disheveled and wrinkled, the shirts no longer white and the ties strained and hanging askew around their necks, Their faces were covered with lacerations, the handiwork of the men who had overpowered them as they approached the gate leading to the camp.