CHAPTER 31
Something burned on my insides. For all I knew, the hair on my head could’ve been on fire, too. I was hot and sweating. Riding against the wind didn’t douse the heat; the golden rays of sunshine bearing down on me were futile. I rode searching for signs of which way they’d gone. I was not an expert tracker, but neither did I need to be. The Watch wasn’t hiding. If anything, they’d be blatant. Instilling fear—which I guaranteed they mistook for respect—was what the Watch was all about. Once I picked up their tracks, finding them wouldn’t be difficult. I kicked Zeta’s horse until it galloped hard after them.
Ahead was a line of men on horseback. With all of the recent rain, the horses kicked up clumps of mud rather than clouds of dust along the trail. I recognized King Nabal’s s
