Chapter 17
They arrived at camp sooner than Steve would have liked, because it meant they were close enough to Willow Crick that it wouldn’t take very long for Weatherford’s men to reach them once they made a decision of how to respond.
Well, the only thing to do was get Fox buried, get the mules harnessed and hitched to the wagons, and get the hell out of there.
“Bart, Frank, we’d better get Fox buried,” Steve called. It had to be now and fast. He circled the area until he found a place that seemed suitable, then returned to the others and swung down off Bella. “Over there.” He pointed out a spot under a grove of trees. It was away from the camp and wasn’t likely to be noticed at first glance. Hopefully not at second or third glance, either.
“Sure thing, Steve.” They left their horses
