DOLFE SAT DOWN UNDER a tree at the side of the road and cursed Noire. When he got his hands on that stupid horse he was gonna take him to auction. Adjusting his throbbing arm in the makeshift sling he’d created from his shirt, Dolfe reconsidered. Maybe he’d sell him directly to the dog food company.
Stupid horse.
He’d hunkered down the night before, until he was pretty sure the shooter had left, and then it had been too dark to start walking. So he’d made a nest of leaves on the hard forest floor and settled down for the night. His arm had kept him tossing and turning most of the night and he hadn’t fallen asleep until close to dawn. He hadn’t woken until the sun was almost straight overhead. After a quick breakfast of a power bar he’d had in his pocket, and what was left of the water bo
