Chapter 6
Sharps was jolted out of his memories of Pa, the War, and Captain Marriott when Salida came to an abrupt halt. She pawed the ground, nickered softly, and tossed her head. She was a smart animal, and it had taken Sharps only a couple of times closing his palm over her nostrils when other horses approached for her to learn when whinnying wasn’t a good idea.
He looked to the horizon. Over the rise, two horses appeared, moving at a pretty fast clip.
That last year of the war and then the years after had taught him caution, and he knew he needed to learn as much about the riders as he could before they got too near.
He took his field glasses from a saddlebag and glanced up at the sun. No matter which way he angled Salida, the sun was still likely to reflect off the lenses.
“Well,
