He could see the bulk of MacDonald heaving himself up from the chair and heard the mug hit the table. “Aye, Lorenz, I hear ye. Friend Rolfe, I believe this needs my attention.”
At the door, MacDonald grabbed his hat and rifle. Behind him Rolfe stood and muttered something in German, but followed his friend. He picked up his rifle as he went out.
As they hurried, MacDonald asked, “Now what tis this about?”
“Two gunmen came to wherever they live and Chalky was outside, but had sense enough not to go in after they shot the dog and his ma and sister were screaming.” Lorenz was practically running to keep up with MacDonald's long strides. Rolfe followed more leisurely, but within earshot.
“When I start to question him, I dinna want ye to say a word.”
Lorenz started to ask why, but thought
