PART THREE: THE INVISIBLE FARMERS
The night’s silence is broken by the trudging of many worn boots through rows of butterhead lettuce — one of the Highland’s most popular exports.
Blurred silhouettes and the glowing ends of cigarettes leave trails in the darkness.
A woman leads the group from the vegetable farm to a shed in the forest, peering around cautiously before entering alone.
A moment later, her hand appears, a signal for the twelve to follow her in, carrying buckets of meat and vegetables.
They breathe lightly, worried that the slightest stirring of air will give away their location.