Chapter 7
Todd glanced at the small wagon with two scruffy men on the bench seat that passed him as he left the mill. His team had plodded farther along the road before his brain registered there was an iron cage in the wagon bed.
Something about it got the hair on the back of Todd’s neck to rise and his stomach gave a little twist.
“That’s not right,” he muttered to himself, turning in his seat to watch the wagon’s progress. “What the hell?”
Hauling back on the reins, he pulled the team to a slow turn. Slapping one rein against the rump of the lead horse had them taking him back the way he’d come. Telling himself he was being paranoid did no good. Every sense screamed at him something was wrong. Another slap and the horses picked up speed.
Rounding the last curve that hid the mill fr
