CHAPTER 23
The fox left a very distinct trail that was
easy for Hampton to follow as he led the pack of horses, one mule
and six riders, across the wooded trails. Carly felt comfortable in
the saddle, passing landmarks forever etched in her young mind.
Monroe, her brave pony, held his sparkling white tail straight out
as he proudly galloped along the trail. The miles swept under his
paws as Hampton led them over streams, past meadows, and through
decaying forests. His stride was even and true, neither slowing
down nor speeding up. Over the police radios, the group learned the
news of Strange Willie’s capture. Carly pushed it out of her mind,
knowing her priority was to find her friend and deal with the lies
about Strange Willie later. She knew there was a logical
explanation.
