The closer they got to the lone rider, the younger he realized the man was—little more than a kid,—and George sighed. He would most likely have to get all three of them out of this fix himself.
Ezra and Eli halted their horses when there was a distance of about a dozen yards between them.
The mare the kid rode suddenly whinnied and took a step toward them, and George felt his heart lurch. She was a buckskin with an unusual star between her eyes—white outlined with black hairs.
“Georgie, is that—” Noelle saw the surreptitious shake of his head, and she fell quiet.
“You two keep your yaps shut,” Ezra hissed in a low voice that went no further than where they sat the horses. “Or I’ll kill him, and then Eli and I’ll have our fun with you now right, right next to his body.”
George believed
