Though the late afternoon sun slanting through the treetops still provided plenty of light, everyone in their little group was gathered around the remains of the morning fire. Or rather, most of them gathered around one end of the fire; only one person stood opposite them on the other side. Ronnie.
Court felt like the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place as he took his familiar stand beside his friend. “What’s going on here?” he asked.
The question was directed at Ronnie, but Court’s gaze never left the people staring them down. He propped his hands on his waist, and if he’d carried a gun like Ronnie did, he would’ve had one hand resting on the weapon, just in case. As it was, he felt woefully unarmed as he met the hot stares of the others, men and women they had picked up on their
