Chapter 14

Riders startled Frank and Gregory from their relaxation as they crossed the stream near the campsite.

There were three of them. As they approached, Frank saw them clearer. Their leader looked a bit shorter than Gregory. He had dark, beady eyes that were at the same time warm and pleasant. His hair was dark black, coarse, and curly. The skin on his face and exposed forearms was the color of coffee when you put a bit too much cream in it, and it was clear and free of blemishes.

“Howdy, gentlemen. Let me introduce myself,” the leader said in a thick Louisiana accent. “My name is Phillip Bernard, of the New Orleans Bernards.” He acted as though Frank and Gregory should be impressed by that detail. “This here is Mr. Jackson, and this here is Mr. James. What brings you gentlemen to our part of the country?”

Frank stiffened; the hair on the back of his neck bristled and he could feel the same stress come from Gregory. Frank moved forward, his answer cautious and guarded.