Mallory stopped. “We have no plans to hurt you. And what do you mean we’re the ones they’re looking for.”
“The hellions have been looking for the people who killed three of their friends two days ago. People who travelled by wagon.” The hunter looked past Mallory to where the wagon remained stationary.
Mallory glanced between the wagoner and the hunter. “He had nothing to do with it. Nor did the half-elf.” She didn’t want to put anyone else in danger.
The hunter frowned, his expression slowly clearing. “You’re protecting them.”
Mallory smiled. “Not exactly. They weren’t involved so I’m not about to let them take the blame for something we did.”
The hunter came closer to her. “My name is Welby. I’ll help you hide the tracks. You can cut the rope.”
Mallory crouched at his feet as she
