Gregory mouthed, “Are you all right?”
Frank nodded his head in reply.
Frank approached the stable door. The hinges on the stable were still new enough that they squealed as the door opened. In addition to the regular smell of dirt, manure, and the log walls that made the stable, the scent of human blood and sweat permeated the air. The horses moved and whinnied when they recognized him in the stable. Frank moved the muzzle of his rifle to the right side of the stable and saw nothing. Daisy let out a big snort, and then Frank heard something behind him. He turned quickly and pointed at the thing that had made the noise. He peered down the barrel of his rifle at a young native girl, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. 8