Chapter Four
Worry
Yo walked into the living room to find Clint peering out the wall of windows that faced the swamp several hundred yards away. It was starting to get dark, and Brew had sent out word that supper was being put on the table. The front door opened, and Art strode in. Seeing both men, he voiced the exact question Yo had been about to ask.
"Has anyone heard from Pud yet?"
Clint turned to glance at them both. "No. Yo?"
Yo shook his head. "I was wondering if you had."
Clint glanced past them, toward the dining area. "Hey, Brew!"
"Yeah?" The cook"s voice came from behind the swinging doors leading into the kitchen.
"Do you know if Pud checked in today?"
The slight, white-haired man exited the kitchen, two bowls of food in his hands. He placed them on the table. "Nope. Wh
