Chapter 18
Steve had Bart and Frank keeping guard riding along opposite sides of the two wagons, while he scouted on ahead, then checked their back trail to make sure they weren’t being followed.
So far, their luck had held.
They’d driven through the late afternoon and into the night, their way lit by a crescent moon, and they’d covered a lot of ground. The mules had had a couple of days grazing on fresh grass and being grained, and by alternating their gait between a walk, a trot, and a canter, they were easily able to keep going.
Meanwhile, Steve had more time than he wanted to consider every mistake he’d made on this trip.
Letting his friends ride into Willow Crick without him.
Riding hell-for-leather into town after Charlie had told him Albert Fox had been killed, Bart and Frank
