“Hey!” the officer yelled as he continued to attempt to persuade the second horse to come out of the trailer.
“What does he think he's doing? We haven't briefed him yet!” the officer standing at the roadside muttered. He shook his head again in annoyance.
Sloan dug his spurs into the horse and urged him to pick up the pace. He was riding at full tilt now, and the horse was breathing heavy. Sloan was making his way to the sparse area of brush at the edge of the field. This would put him in a position to pursue Lance when he had to go it on foot. Time was of the essence as he did not want the fugitive to spot him. Sloan would again wait for Lance.
The vehicle matching the description of the one belonging to the Duffy's had been spotted again. It was speeding rapidly toward the Hampton che
