The police came, arriving on horseback with the dawn.
The sound of plodding hooves woke me and a chill in the air seemed to settle over my heart, bringing out a rash of goosebumps on my arms. The raw morning was filled with a bleakness that made it hard for me to stir from the sleeping bag I’d finally crawled into last night. But I knew the police would want to speak to all of us as soon as possible.
I dragged on a pair of jeans. They felt clammy against my skin and my fingers fumbled with the zipper, numb and clumsy. There was a murmur of voices as I left my tent, Theta Halloway greeting the new arrivals in somber tones. Darren was absent.
When he’d returned from summoning the police, he’d taken a shotgun and sent Zane and Theta back from their vigil over Clint’s body. He’d been there
