Steve was fairly certain any danger would come from behind them, but that didn’t stop him from keeping an eagle eye out for trouble in all directions, and he insisted they move along at a brisk canter.
A glance over his shoulder showed Sharps had taken up the rear and was keeping watch for any men from the town who might follow them. It suddenly occurred to Steve that this was something the young man had never done while he’d served under Steve, and yet he seemed to be utterly comfortable with his action, not to mention capable.
What had gone on in the five years since he’d last seen Sharps Browne?
