Chapter 6Alarka
May 26, 2259, early Thursday evening
Only two horses came. They were saddling the horses on the creek bank when the bears found them. John-Caleb and Coral stopped when they heard them coming, mumbling to each other as they walked through the leaves.
Speaker, blue ghosts, need to go.
Not yet. My beloved needs a healer in Alarka.
We know where the healers are. Follow us.
John-Caleb turned to Coral and tied her first aid bag to her horse’s saddle. “The bears know a short cut.”
“Quentin’s secure, so let’s go, the sooner the better,” she replied.
They followed the bears on a narrow path. They rode by the corpse of the third horse, killed by arrows in the neck, head, and chest. John-Caleb shuddered when he saw it. He kissed the back of Quentin’s neck as he held him in his
