Chapter Twelve
“Boss,” Carl called out, riding up as Jonathan headed toward the barn the next morning. “We've got problems.”
Jonathan frowned up at Carl as he jumped down off his horse. “What seems to be the matter?”
Carl removed his hat and ran his hand through his hair. “Last night something spooked the horses. It sounded like wolves. The funny thing is we didn't find no tracks. Whatever it was, it stirred the horses up and about twenty-five of them got loose. I've got some of the boys tracking them,” Carl explained.
It wasn't unusual for a pack of wolves to come around, but they normally stayed clear of a herd of horses and the campfires the men had burning. Jonathan muttered a curse before he nodded his head at Carl. He knew Jacob was going to be pissed if they lost any of the hors
