They pushed their mounts hard for the first two miles then slowed to a walk as the boom of artillery faded behind them. George pointed towards a lower ridge of foothills in the southeast.
“That is our direction.”
“Did the other Seeker have a chance to leave?” They had pulled up at a small stream running down the mountain to give their mounts a drink and Brother Amos was curious.
“He left shortly after sunrise,” replied George. “He was lodged at the rooms above the tavern we were at last night. His horses were stabled at our barn. I was up early this morning to collect my pay.”
“We"ll probably find him this evening.” Venta looked southward. “He went this way.”
“How do you know?”
“Really, Brother Amos, look at the ground. Horses were here before us and not too long ago.”
Brother Amos"
