“I think they’re asleep,” Todd whispered. He was crouching next to Sam’s bedroll. “Meet me by the horses in five minutes.”
Sam sat up leaning on his elbows. “I thought you said the place you found was north of camp. The horses are south,” Sam said, glancing at the forms of Gus and Garrett on the other side of the campsite. They did look to be asleep.
“It is, but if we’re followed…”
Sam reached up, tousled Todd’s hair and laughed softly.
“Okay,” he said.
Todd started to leave, then returned. “Bring a blanket. It’s cold.” He stealthily retreated once more.
Sam lay back down. His anticipation of what waited for him caused him to begin to swell. He thought of Todd and the time in his room before they left for Independence. He also thought of Garrett: his broad shoulders, narrow waist, ha
