Chapter 25I stood holding Arrow’s reins and absorbed Matthew’s words as he followed tracks in the grass. He halted to pick up a shell casing.
“Army,” he said. “Does that convince you?”
“If that doesn’t, this does. See the scrape mark on the pony’s left front shoe?”
“It’s been scored by a rock or something metal. That should make the horse easy to identify.”
“I noticed that mark when he was at the Mead. You’re right. The shooter was Raven. We gotta report him to his superiors. We’ll claim there’s bad blood between the two of you. He has to keep a close mouth on the thing, or I’ll reveal what he did. He’ll be caught in his own loop.”
“Maybe.” He sounded doubtful. “I don’t trust him. He’s bad medicine.”
“How are we going to clip his horns if we can’t turn him in?”
Matthew’s black eyes
