Fields adjacent to the Wyzenwood, ~2pm Saturday May 4th, 1771
Those that had been combing the fields were summoned: they waited around the borders of the dread woodland with unease, some with clear sorrow. Kit Meaker, who had brought them, had gained a hard, unhappy look, and it might be assumed the Durbins had not taken the news so well. Buxom Nell Babcock, the wicker-workers' daughter, had taken the tale in blank-faced but needed assistance from Dr. Lovelace when she got to the spot it was thought Polly had been killed, abruptly crumpling to a ball in a partial swoon. The Doctor had to get people to move away and prevent them singeing her hair or pinching whatever flesh their version of the folklore thought best, and passed a good ten minutes getting her able to breathe and focus again, much to the poor girl's embarrassment.
Mary Whitlock, one of Samuel's sisters, had meanwhile proffered some news of further tracks found over amongst other trees during the search, though these seemed fresher than the walking man's and likely to be poachers or other night wanderers. Someone else had found an old half-penny and another a lost clothing-pin so long astray it was a mass of copper-blue fliagree at the shaft, which attested to the thoroughness of the attempt, at least. The cart brought over from Tom Bees' place still stood in the lane, horse waiting, but Jim Stone was nowhere to be found.
At length John Collins checked his watch.
"About time we should spread out around the wood and start making noise," he said, looking around at those gathered.
[[edit: more information on who's where provided; bump. Feel free to IC rhubarb amongst yourselves whilst waiting for action here.]]
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