Chapter 13Ryland led the way over the field and onto the farm. A couple of curious dogs greeting them, barking but keeping their distance. As they approached the farmhouse, a man came out, leaning on a crutch.
“Can I help you?” he called out. “Are you lost?”
“My name’s Ryland. These are my friends. I’m looking for Pandora. My aunt. It’s very important that I speak to her.” For a moment the newcomer simply stared at him.
“You’d best follow me, then,” he finally said. Turning slowly, he led them toward the farmhouse. He hesitated as he reached the door. “Give me a minute.” He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
It was all Ryland could do not to hop from foot to foot as he waited. When the door slowly reopened, he tempered his impatience until a woman’s voice called out for him t
