The snow had stopped falling by the time they left the shop, but gray clouds still scudded the sky and Brance could feel the moon on the rise. Tossing his haversack into the back of their cart, he untied the horses from the hitching post as Caleb brushed the fresh snow off the jump seat. “What do you think about that girl missing?” he asked, climbing into the seat. The rifle once again lay across his lap.
With a shrug, Brance vaulted up beside him. “You know we’re the only bobcats in those woods.”
Caleb cleared his throat and glanced down at his hands, unusually quiet.
Brance frowned. “You’ve seen others?” When Caleb shrugged, he asked, “What haven’t you told me?”
“I haven’t seen anything,” Caleb said, choosing his words carefully. With a dark look at the dusty window of the general st
