Chapter 15
Things That Go Bump in the Night
Talon rode hard that day and into the night. The full moon was getting smaller and poor light in forested areas forced him to make camp sooner than he would have liked.
The terrain had changed again. The rolling hills had only lasted a few hours before they began to break into deep little canyons where there was usually water. Grass was plentiful and trees in the little bottoms grew thick.
The drawback was light. It got dark quicker in the bottoms. He camped that night in thick trees near a clear stream. The sound of the water was peaceful to him, and there was grass a plenty for the horses. He sat looking back down his trail with his back against one of the panniers.
The picture in his mind of the posse behind him was haunting. He figured t
