Chapter 9
Joe looked worried. His brow was furrowed and he glanced around to make certain they were really alone in the deepening gloom of the evening.
“Don’t worry,” Roy said, putting a hand on Joe’s shoulder. “I pretended I was headed out in another direction so nobody would know I followed you out here. If we keep our voices down, nobody can hear us.”
Joe glanced at Roy’s hand. “Fine, but I really do need to go.”
“So do I. Nothing wrong with a little talk while we relieve ourselves, is there?”
Joe heaved a sigh and turned toward a handy rock. As the sound of splashing liquid rose into the night, he asked, “What did you want to talk about?”
Roy couldn’t help a quiet sigh himself. He had only his instincts to rely on. That and the memory of that wrestling match in the river. Surely
