A Black Hound & Trail To The Mede
The brothers grumbled about having to ride with their hands tied, but to no avail. “Sit on your ponies and shut up”, was the only sympathy they received.
When all were mounted, they set off on their journey home. It would take a while because of the prisoners and the body of the girl. Besides, it was past mid-afternoon, the dull overcast sky would cause the darkness to come early. They rode in single file, Vale, Basehart, the Constable, then the three brothers. Fry, who appeared to be a little better, followed the Stickles, pistol in hand. Behind him rode Daniel, with Morgan leading the pony, carrying Gwen in the rear. The Stickles were told, if they made a dash for freedom, no quarter would be given, they would be shot. To this remark they either swore
