THE RIDERS WERE HUSHED at first, everyone seeming to enjoy the peace of the pre-dawn woods. They rode past a small clearing, tucked in a circle of dense woods, and Nita stopped Jenna, pointing to a small herd of deer that was curled on the ground together. Two of the adults lifted their heads, their eyes dark and their bodies alert. Nita urged Jenna on before the deer decided they needed to make a run for it.
Noire danced, his ears pricking forward and his nostrils flaring as he scented the deer. Heathcliffe thought of the last time Noire experienced deer and wasn’t surprised the big horse was less than pleased with the species. It had been in Southern Indiana, when a crazed killer had been stalking a group of War Reenactors, including Heathcliffe’s older brother Godric, his honey Dini, a
