Chapter 32
Supper had been a tense meal—at least Steve had felt that way. Sharps hadn’t said a word as he’d eaten the venison stew Georgie had prepared—Charlie had managed to take down a small buck—while Steve and the other men had discussed their options.
Sharps got to his feet, scraped the remains off his tin plate for the mama cat who’d accompanied Georgie from back east, and put the plate in the pot of soapy water. “Sorrowful hasn’t had much exercise. I’m gonna take him out for a ride.” He left the campfire before anyone could comment.
Steve watched as Sharps saddled the gelding and rode out. His boy didn’t have watch until the early morning hours, and Steve gnawed his lower lip. He’d had an uneasy feeling from the time he’d told Georgie, Bart, and Frank what had happened in the val
