South Moon Under

Night entered the clearing from the scrub. The low tangled growth
of young oak and pine and palmetto fell suddenly black and silent,
seeming to move closer in one shadowy spring. The man told himself
there was nothing to fear. Yet as he walked towards his cabin,
naked and new on the raw sand, darkness in this place seemed to him
unfriendly.

He thought, "Time I get me a fence raised tomorrow, maybe 'twon't
seem so wild, like."

Light still hung raggedly above the hammock west of the cleared
acres. Her...