CHAPTER 28 “Like the hounds of Hell.”
“Me beard’s itchin’ like blue blazes.” Andre turned in the saddle, peering back over the bony shoulder of Sharky, who straddled the rump of the same horse. He scratched vigorously at the bird’s nest beneath his chin. “We’re bein’ followed, sure.”
Bowie flicked a glance over their back trail. “Maybe your little pets are just throwing a square dance.”
The old pirate snorted. “Them buggers is always jiggin’ about.” As if to affirm this, two stripe-backed weevils poked to the surface before scuttling back into his whiskers. “This itch is a different sort, and’s never failed me yet.”
Bowie studied the surrounding terrain. He’d had the same feeling for the past hour. Since leaving Matagorda they’d moved steadily southward through a wide grassy plain, bro
