Steepers Island
The two men stood on the banks of the island, the rustle of the wind through the branches of the sparse trees saving it from complete desolation. “Do you want me to have a look sir, I’ll be quick”, said Willy. He did not want the Constable to think he was afraid any more. “We’ll stay together, I’ve seen enough for one day and so have you”, he said. Their path led to some shallow water just north of the Island, so they rode through it, nerves on edge and pistols ready. It remained quiet except for the flowing water, a pleasant silence after their ordeal earlier that day. A white blanket of snow, all glistening in the sun, showed them that no one had been near the place, so they rode toward the centre of this solitary recluse. They entered a thicket and dismounted. In the mi
