Spring had begun by the time Bahaar left. They offered him the chance to stay, since the safe house would certainly provide more protection than his unguarded, isolated property in the middle of nowhere. But he refused, citing a job to do and a vested interest in avoiding large groups of people. He did, however, leave Kenna’s two-headed horse and the trailer that went with it. Times had changed, he said. Somerset was filled with empty houses of people who fled the instant the days began to get warmer. If anyone noticed a strange animal, who would they tell? It was every person for themselves now.
Dakota didn’t believe it at first. It sounded like hyperbole, an overreaction from a man who already felt paranoid about people and society in general. Why would anyone leave the relative safety
