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inspection, Emilian waited until she was close. Then, using
his good hand, he pulled her forward and her bucket fell to the
ground. Treime saw his magic before the girl did. It was just a
small amount of fire that Emilian pressed against the girl’s
chest.
    Where a typical village girl would have
probably run screaming if a Roma boy had kissed her, this girl
melted into Emilian’s arms. She watched as Emilian led the love
struck girl into the woods, already untying the laces on her
bodice.

CHAPTER FOUR
    That night sleep never came.
    After spending hours knee deep in salt water,
soaking sliced meat until I felt salted enough to hang myself on
the drying rack, I should have been tired enough to sleep for days.
Instead I ended up tossing and turning. Eventually, I gave up
trying and wandered out into camp.
    I could see the Popa’s fire pit burning high.
As I walked toward it the low hum of male voices and the sweet
sounds of a violin grew louder.
    Jericho, the Jankovic brothers Lajos and
Marcell, Mihai Asenov and his son Shandor, Xan, Gerik, Stefan Sava
Sr. and Hockey, without Becki, all sat around the fire drinking out
of Jericho’s large jug of homemade Plum Ţuică.
    Gerik saw me before anyone else. He always
knew when I was near. My skin heated at the memory of what had
passed between us earlier and I looked away, embarrassed. When I
looked back at him he was smiling brilliantly, the happy expression
having reached his eyes. My breath caught at the exquisite sight of
his features lit up with happiness. Every line on his face was
symmetrical perfection, every plane and hollow, an artistic
masterpiece. Gerik wasn’t just handsome or attractive; he was the
masculine definition of beautiful.
    Marcell looked up at me and smiled or
grimaced, I could never tell the difference. “Ah lepo dekle na lep
večer,” He grunted.
    I didn’t understand a thing he said. Marcell
and Lajos spoke only Slovenian, neither bothering to speak English
or any other language. I was convinced they both could but simply
wouldn’t.
    I looked around at the varying faces and
ages, “Boys night?” I asked, not wanting to intrude if it was.
    “Not at all. Please join us.” Jericho
motioned to the chair next to him and offered me the precious
Romani drink. For the first time ever, I was seeing Jericho with
his long salt and pepper braid unbound. His hair hung long and
thick down his back and even though he had to be in his sixties,
maybe even seventies, he was a very handsome man.
    I took a long pull of the sweet liquor and
savored the slow burn down my throat and the warming sensation in
my belly. “Mmmmm. My daddy would have loved this.”
    “Your father liked his spirits?” Stefan
asked.
    “He was a big fan of Absinthe and Ouzo.” I
grinned remembering when my daddy gave me my first shot at 16 and I
coughed myself into a ball on the floor.
    “Man after my own heart.” Xan chimed in.
    “I’m assuming Trinity, we have you to thank
for three fresh batches of jerky?” Jericho smiled broadly at me,
the lines around his eyes crinkling up. I nodded, grimacing.
“Thanks to Becki I’ll probably never get the stink out of me.”
    Shandor laughed. “Where is that roommate of
yours?”
    That was a good question. I was also
wondering where Becki was. She hadn't been in our trailer when I'd
left and she wasn't out here.
    “Sleeping”, I mumbled trying to avoid
Hockey’s questioning gaze.
    “Mmm…hmm.” Shandor drawled shooting Xan an
amused glance.
    Hockey flipped the brim of his hat up and
turned toward Shandor. Shandor was one of few males in camp who had
short hair; it had been shaved into a bleached blonde Mohawk when
I’d first arrived in camp. Months later, his natural dark brown
hair around the hawk had grown in significantly giving him a very
cartoonish skunk like appearance. But his good looks made up for
his desperate need for a haircut. Dark olive skin with flirtatious
caramel eyes and a lean muscular body had the girls taking