Roose and his men picked up the trail with relative ease. All three were expert trackers, but Nelson Samuels was the most accomplished. It was he who spotted the signs before the others. ‘They are heading towards Lawrenceville, that is for sure.’
‘It’s a half day’s ride. We will overtake them if we carry on.’
‘The horses need resting.’
‘They can rest after we’ve run those loathsome vermin down.’ Roose unconsciously checked the revolver at his waist. ‘We have them in our sights and I won’t allow them to slip away.’
‘You said this was a manhunt, Sterling, not a death-hunt.’
death‘You can ride back if you wish,’ said Roose. ‘You’ll be paid for your time.’
‘Ain’t no need to say that, Sterling. I’m here to do a job, but I ain’t an assassin.’
Roose scoffed, ‘Nor me.’
The big man called C
