Chapter 60
NARDELL SAW THE dust cloud as a vehicle moved along the road to Worsham’s farm. Hounds worked their quarry in that direction, still safely away from the Worsham property but close enough for a whipper-in to cover that side of the chase. As Nardell crested the rise next to the farm road, she saw Bar’s truck rolling along, a flatbed trailer hitched behind. Their paths were on a course to meet at the road.
Bar pulled up when he saw her approaching. She maneuvered Gabby next to the driver’s window.
“Going hunting?” she asked.
“Does it look like I’m going hunting?”
“You’ve got your rifle in the gun rack.”
“So?”
“Well, I just thought…”
“You’re really not the brightest bulb in the box, are you? First of all, it’s ten-thirty in the morning, a bit late to be getting into the wood
