Jacob shifted as he glanced down at the lone man on horseback. He recognized his gelding. He raised his rifle and aimed. He didn’t want to kill the bastard. There was no sign of Allie, the other man, or the other horses. Fear almost choked him at the thought that they had already killed Allie overwhelmed him, before he remembered the report from the online site in Allie’s time.
No, she was alive, he thought. She has to be.
Aiming, he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunfire echoed loudly in the canyon. Jacob watched as the figure stiffened before falling to the ground. The gelding, spooked, skidded several feet before stopping. A shiver ran through the large body as it waited. When nothing else happened, it wandered over to a small lump of grass and began eating.
Jacob waited almost
