Chapter 45: The Calvary Is On The Way

“Jasper, where are we going,” Evyn sighs running his hand through his hair.

The boys are resting near a grove of dried up bushes. A town stands half a mile away, the noise of the villagers reaching them on the breeze.

“Back home,” he responds gruffly. His brow is in a constant state of tenseness. There is a rough shadow of a beard forming on his jaw.

“What are you going to do when the chief comes after you? He knows where the cottage is.”