Zephyr held his steady gaze on the man who was smiling widely. His belly burned, breath caught in his throat. Then a voice cut through the air.
A woman walked out of the cabin carrying a little boy of about six years old. Behind her were two teenage boys and a younger girl.
“There they are,” Valdez said in a calm voice. He fastened his gaze on the girl with a pale skin color who clung to her mother's side. “That's Staci, the second youngest in the family. She's a shy one, a complete opposite of her sister Natalie.”
“What about those two,” Zephyr said, eyes fastened on the two teenage boys who were now running around.
“That is Marshall and his younger brother Sinclair.”
“Sinclair,” Zephyr snapped his gaze to Valdez.
The man's brown eyes glinted under the afternoon sun. “That's right
