Revenants
The hand-painted sign was nailed to a five-foot wooden stake, rising starkly from the open, wide expanse of dun, heathery moorland.
Gawton paused to scowl at it as he strode up.
ENTRY IS FORBIDDEN, BY ORDER.
The words were crude capitals, black on a white ground.
If it had said private property, he would have been put out. But forbidden? That was just a red…
