He looked back through the last week’s entries, the last month. They all read like this. One exception was nine weeks ago when, after the temperature he had noted; “Group heading towards town, cart, six men.”.
He flipped back to the present day, trying to forget that entry. He had seen nothing since then, so had no reason to be concerned. He scoffed to himself in an effort to quiet his worries and folded the book tucking it back into his top pocket, followed in careful, dutiful ceremony by the pencil.