Chapter 8: Good for You, Marcelo
Efren
Several men in Efren’s party turned to give chase as two loose horses galloped toward them, reins trailing behind. Saddleless horses that generally matched the descriptions given to them by the woman early that morning.
A farmer they’d quizzed a few short miles back had also seen that wagon go by, heading toward Gagel, some hours ago. He’d given greater detail regarding the description of the horses.
Denis had sent a party ahead at full speed toward Gagel with instructions not to delay by checking side roads. They hadn’t reported back yet, so something must have happened ahead of Efren’s current position, but behind that forward party. The horses, and presumably Marcelo and his captors, must have detoured down a side road between here and there.
