Nick took the binoculars from Marie and focused them on the big house by the church.  Was there motion in the window.  Yes, there damn sure was.<br/><br/>“Looks like a man, hard to be sure.  He’s silhouetted by the glow of the fire behind him.  He has a weapon on his back.  Some kind of rifle.  Good eyes, Marie.”  He stroked her back, in what he meant to be a comforting gesture.  His eyes stayed fixed on the window.  “He’s a smoker.  I see the cigarette and also the sentry.”<br/><br/>They weren't being careful.  Nick was too far away from here, but up close he could put an arrow in him without being seen.  “I could take him.  Might be worth it.  Stir up the hornet’s nest.”  He weighed the possibility.  Nick was of the opinion that most raiders deserved death on general principles even if they weren’t the ones he was hunting.  However, what if they weren’t raiders.  It was possible (but not at all likely) that he was looking at a gang of spiders, maybe there were women and kids inside the building.  He had no proof they were raiders.  Although they sure felt more like raiders than spiders.<br/><br/>He kept watching until the man tossed his cigarette and moved away from the window.  “We’ll keep watching Marie, until it is full dark.  Then we’ll find someplace to sleep and spy more in the daylight.”<br/>