Chapter 17

“You go ahead and take care of breakfast, and I’ll go see if I can find them,” Gregory said, beginning to follow what looked like a path through the grass.

Gregory went searching for the horses like a mother grizzly bear searches for her lost cubs. Frank made breakfast from scratch. Since it didn’t look like they would be going anywhere soon, he took the time to make cornbread and fry some salt pork, and then he made flapjacks in the grease. By the time all that was done, Gregory returned, already exhausted.

“You said we should have stayed up in shifts. I should have listened. It was a turkey shoot for them,” Frank said.

“If the mudsills hadn’t had horses, I would’ve been more leery,” Gregory said, poking a stick into the fire.