Declan found Murdock sitting on a pile of logs sharpening the ax. It had been several weeks since he had arrived and his arm was healed, even though he had a bright, red scar on it. He knew he would always have the scar. They had been working on a sleeping room with a small fireplace to give Emily and him some privacy. It was freestanding but close to the main cabin entrance.
“Can I ask you a question?” Declan asked quietly. He had begun to understand that talking quietly was less unnerving for the others.
“Of course, what’s on your mind?” Murdock asked. He stopped his sharpening to listen to Declan.
“Did you kill any of those men that attacked me and Emily?” Declan looked grave. That was how Murdock knew a straight answer was what he required.
“No, I didn’t,” Murdock answered.
“Why n
