Chapter 22

I must have dozed, but at length, I emerged from the tiny hut of brush and canvas and sat in the bathing place Otter and the Brandt boys and I had used before Lucas and his mother were murdered. Right after their killing, Otter had brought Matthew to live with us at the Mead. I immersed myself in the cold water several times until my pores closed and I stopped perspiring. Invigorated, I climbed the bank, took the towel Otter had left for me, and dried off. Then I fastened the cloth around my waist and glanced around. Two men stood in plain view on the far side of the crick.

Quelling my rising blood, I turned and walked to the house. By the time I reached the porch, they were gone. But likely not far. Just into some hole in the ground like the snakes they were

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I worked alongside James and Otter in the fields for a day. Then early the following morning, I mounted Arrow and headed home, leading the pinto, now packed with a dressed antelope carcass