Chapter 8
Todd’s first instinct was to follow Nick’s trail, not wanting it to get cold. He’d recognized one of the men. The jerk called himself a sentry, but in reality, he was nothing more than a mercenary who worked for the highest bidder without care for what his quarry actually was. Realistically, Todd knew trailing Nick without provisions or a horse would be next to impossible.
He had no choice, he had to head back to town. By the time he got to the general store, his legs burned from the run, his lungs ached, and he wanted to vomit. Sucking in painful gulps of air and ignoring how they stung, Todd staggered through the door, stopping only long enough to lean against one of the shelves and catch his breath.
When he stumbled up to the counter and leaned palms down against it, his ha
