Elzbieta took off her hat and ran a hand through her sweaty red hair. “It certainly wasn’t pleasant,” she said. “And I think one of them was only a child and a Rubidoux as well.”
“Blessed Mother,” Petronilla cursed. “I hope the Council hangs that b***h for her evil. Did she sacrifice her coven members and a child? What kind of person does that?”
The sound of a wagon coming in their direction stopped their conversation as Elzbieta motioned them off the road and into the deep shade of the trees. They rode in far enough to conceal themselves from those passing and waited. Soon, a large wagon like those used by prisons to transport inmates rumbled by. Canvas covered the barred windows, and they could not see inside.
“Do you think that’s what we’re looking for, Pete?” Elzbieta asked as she w
