CHAPTER 25
The men moved a safe distance away behind a tree line from the hunters’ camp and stood in a close knot.
Rocky spit a glob of mucous into a patch of snow. “What do we tell the others?” He whispered.
“Nothing. I’ll take care of it,” Chaco said.
“There you go again, making decisions for the rest of us, little compadre. There’s fuckin’ cannibals runnin’ loose, and you don’t think it’s a good idea to warn anybody?” Rocky contorted his face into a malicious grimace that, from a distance, might have been mistaken for a friendly grin. “That’s plain stupid.”
“Settle down, Rocky. Chaco’s right,” Russell said. “What good would it do to upset everyone? Abigail would be horrified to know what happened to those kids. It’s…there’s no need to frighten her or the others.” He looked over his
