Chapter Thirteen
It was pitch black when he drove back down Margaret’s driveway over the ruts, hauling the trailer in, and his headlights flashed on her horse, saddled with what looked like gear or a tarp tied behind it. There was a light on outside the barn.
He shoved the truck in park and went around to open the trailer, leading out Mercedes and tying him to the post close to Margaret’s horse.
“What are you doing?” he said as Margaret went around her horse, tightening the cinch.
“I’m going with you,” she said.
“Woman, I don’t have time to be babysitting you out there. I’m going to be moving fast,” he snapped as he stomped away, opening the side trailer door, carting out the blanket and saddle for his horse. He just about stepped on Margaret when he turned around.
“I’m still going w
