Chapter Twenty-Seven
Marl stood on the porch. The gathered party looked up at him. He saw eagerness in their eyes, and a fair amount of tension in their postures. Nobody thought this was going to be easy, and each carried a reason to be nervous.
The horses were ready, saddlebags packed, and the weather looked to be in their favor, as there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Even Kal looked brighter eyed than usual.
Raina sat on the bench with Jenson, who had made it out of bed to wish them well.
With practiced confidence that comes with years of soldiering, Marl said, “We travel to Tarnton Baston, through Mossbrook, Freyburn, and we’ve decided to take the northern route through Dobtin. It should take us three days to Dobtin and then Tarnton Baston will be a comfortable ride out on the fourth.
