Lucy Noble's mouth changed to a cruel, thin line when she looked outside and noticed movement behind a clump of bushes near the edge of her yard. Despite having poor eyesight, there was no doubt in her mind the knapsack man had returned. His features did not differ from fifty years ago, wrinkled, and stooped, with a knapsack on his back. He stood behind a tall oak tree that morning, so long ago, his face expressionless as a holy fire burned two men...