Chapter Thirteen
The wind howled like a banshee screaming out of the north as Daniel approached the farmhouse. Never had he seen a more desolate looking place than his own home. No light in the windows, no sign of anything but a few clucking hens scratching around for food. Maybe Hannah wasn’t there? And Travis, where was he?
Daniel galloped into the yard and slid from his horse in time to see the familiar figure of his friend appear from the far side of the barn.
“You alone?” he asked the man, as his eyes worriedly skirted the immediate property. He knew something was wrong.
“I am,” Travis answered.
“Where’s Hannah?”
He shook his head. “I dunno. I should never have left her, Daniel. I’m so sorry.”
Daniel looked at him alarmed. “Left her?”
“Got word that my sister had taken a ba
