Chapter 9Of all the creatures supernatural and natural Todd Ruger had hunted in his life, perhaps the most disturbing were Windigos. He wanted this done and behind him and couldn’t get out of there fast enough. A shiver crawled up his spine and made the hair at the base of his neck bristle and his skin tingle.
Something was wrong.
Nick turned and looked behind them as they rode. Todd glanced sideways at Nick and shook his head slightly, then shrugged as if trying to shake some invisible invader from his shoulders. The night was quiet, with the only real noise being the steady clip-clop of their horses’ hooves on the road. Off in the distance a dog barked.
No crickets—though it might be too early in the year yet. No owls or coyote sounds. Not even the rustle of grass and leaves as someth
