Chapter 20I dismounted and ground-hitched Patch, knowing he wouldn’t move until I lifted his reins unless he was startled by something. The other two horses weren’t so well trained, so I looped their leads around the pinto’s saddle horn before kneeling to examine the tracks in the dusty farmyard. Hoof and moccasin prints. The renegades had been here. The lock had been forced on the outhouse door. I glanced around anxiously. Were they still here?
“I see you, River Otter.” Dull Lance stepped into view from the corner of the barn.
“I see you too. Is it you causing all the trouble around here?”
“Me and my men.” Lance wore a loincloth and calf-high moccasins. His hair was braided. Painted lightning bolts coursed down his cheeks and across his bare chest in alternating colors of red and black
