Chapter 56

“I see you caught up with the murdering bastard,” Ethan said. He moved to my side and took the reins of the black from my hand.

“You all right?” Andre nodded to the bloody spots that had soaked through my coat.

“Caught me with a shotgun blast but didn’t do much damage. Wasn’t regular buckshot. He had gravel and grit in the casing.”

“Why would he do that?”

“The answer to that might just be what this water thing is all about,” I said. “Might have something to do with salting the crick beds.”

Andre slapped his yellow slicker. “Be damned!”

“Any trouble with the sheriff?” I asked my neighbor.

The falling snow made his frown seem deeper. “Apt to be some splinters fly from that wood chop. And he knows you went after Hume. Adding his carcass to the pile won’t help things any.”