nodded.
âRight,â he said.
Emlyn came back into the room with a couple of shotguns. âRight, then, lads. Are you going back to Maesglas to fetch guns for yourself and Rhodri?â he asked Bryn.
âYes, and Iâll bring Claire here, if itâs OK. I donât like the idea of her being at the farm alone, if there are really wolves around.â
Bryn left the farmhouse and was soon back with Claire, and two shotguns.
Emlyn turned to Gwen. âNow you lock yourselves in. Donât go outside until weâre back. We wonât be long.â
âI donât like this,â said Gwen. âYouâre putting yourselves in danger, for no good reason. Why canât you just take Mikeâs word?â
Rhodri patted her shoulder. âItâs OK, Gwen, really. Even if we did meet wolves, theyâd be unlikely to attack five grown men. Especially when they hear the guns. Donât you worry.â
The men went out into the farmyard. At the kitchen door, Emlyn turned round. âTell Erin where Iâve gone,â he said to Gwen. âAnd tell her Iâm sorry. I could have handled that better.â He shut the door behind him, and Gwen and Claire looked at each other nervously.
âI donât know about you,â Gwen said, âbut I could do with another cuppa. While I make it, would you go up and tell Erin to come down now? Iâd be happier if we were all in the same room, until the men get back.â
Gwen made more tea and the four of them gathered round the kitchen table. They all sat rigidly, straining to listen for any noise outside. Erinâs eyes were still red from crying but she managed a watery smile, when her mother hugged her.
âTheyâll soon be back, Mam,â she began, âand thenââ
She was cut off by a terrible howl from the direction of the church. Her hand flew to her mouth. They all jumped to their feet and then they heard a commotion of shouts and snarling. Claire turned to Gwen.
âGet me a shotgun, Gwen,â she said. âIâm going outside. Donât worry,â she added, as the other woman faltered. âIâm a good shot.â
But before Gwen had time to fetch one from the gun-rack in the study, the men came running back down the farm drive and spilled into the kitchen.
âErin, I owe you an apology, my love,â said her father sombrely. âAnd Mike and Jonah. You were right all along.â
Just as the men were coming back from the church, where they had a glimpse of the nasty little creatures the children had seen on the roof, the wolves had come down from the woods. They had sprung into the lane again, but the five men had been able to hold them off for long enough to sprint back to the farmhouse.
âBut it was weird. None of us got a decent shot at them,â Rhodri said.
Ted turned to Emlyn. âDonât you think we ought to get your animals inside, Boss?â
âGood point. We must round them up right away,â said Emlyn.
âYes, letâs get the stock in the barns first, and then we have to get out and warn local people quickly,â Bryn said urgently, âor someoneâs going to be killed.â
Emlyn suddenly stared at Bryn, and then looked round the group. âSomeoneâs going to get killed,â he repeated softly. âYet have you noticed? Weâve six or seven ferocious predators in the valley but not a single sheep nor any of your cattle, Bryn, seem to have been hurt.â He looked round the group. âThey arenât hunting to eat.â
It was true. Brynâs Hereford cattle and all the sheep in the meadows along the lane seemed perfectly calm and undisturbed.
âItâs people they are after,â said Bryn, slowly.
âSomehow,â said Gwen, âthat makes the situation more frightening. We have to let everyone know.â
âWell, we canât phone. I suggest we go now and bring in the