Chapter 5, Meyers Shepard:
He might have stood at the window, but Meyers’s attention was diverted from the barn where Chastity and the cook prepared the evening meal. His arm was strapped tight to his chest, immobilized while it healed. He was less than worthless. His injury made him a liability.
He stared at the small bed that had served as his home for the past few months. The biting insects that shared his bed, the only friends in this place.
His wounds still fresh, they hadn’t time to form a scab and begin to heal. Memories of the attack in the snow-covered valley came back to him at a snail’s pace. He wasn’t sure he wanted to remember. The call of the screamers echoed from the mountains each night. He wasn’t sure what killed the men that ambushed his small force, but they saved his
