The farmer gave Wilmore a pair of clothes that belonged to his son, then he took them to the forest but before driving to the thickness, he stopped and gazed at the green world, he could never remember seeing the forest like this. They could only see everything with the color that the witch preferred. All those men who went to kill her would have never come back.
"Did you change your mind?"
The farmer shook his head, he couldn't describe his feelings but soon if he could find the wooden dolls, he would make sure that his people realized what these men had done.
"No, I can't change my mind, I had never buried my young son."
Ryan and Wilmore could understand what he felt instantly.
"Let's see what that hovel looks like."
Driving to the road, they arrived in the hovel at noon and searched over the place to see if anything harmful was set there.
"You two can go and bring the wooden dolls, I'll guard here."
