Grant’s POV
I had to hand it to the Sheriff; for a human, he was damn good at tracking.
“We should be up on them soon, that is if the moon still stays clear. It’s hard enough seeing without any light.” Sheriff Hall squinted his eyes again, looking to the north and then getting back onto his horse.
He was right, but I couldn’t tell him. I could smell the bastard on the wind for sure. I readjusted my rifle, double checking the ammo within. “Careful now, son. We’re just going to talk to them.” Paul Senior gave me the side eye as we all took off at a trot again, not very trusting of me. I couldn’t blame them though. I have been threatening to burn down the town lately on Fredrick’s orders. But the way they kept on calling me son was gonna eat me up; I was at least a good hundred years olde
