Shaking the papers open, the sheriff read through them, glancing at Nick every few seconds. “You two up here working?”
“No, sir.” Nick shook his head. “When New Colorado City was burned, we were coming back from a job. We headed north to stay away from the fighting.” He figured it was close enough to the truth.
“We were looking for somewhere to live, found a cave to camp in and got caught in the blizzard. Todd, my master, he’s got a cough and is sick and is getting worse. Please, he needs a doctor.” He silently begged the sheriff not to question him further, having no idea what he’d say. “I’m required to look after my master if he can’t do it himself, even if that means driving wagons.”