“How much did you and my dad talk?” Todd asked. They rode separate horses through the streets, heading to their meeting with Geoffrey Clarke. He nudged Nick’s arm and pointed to a cross street. “Let’s take that way.”
Nick nodded and guided his horse down the street. “We didn’t really talk. He sort of barked at me a few times.”
“You bark back?”
Todd felt a wave of relief when a small, sly smile spread over Nick’s face and he ducked his head.
“Well, maybe.”
Laughing, Todd reached over and patted Nick’s back.
“That’s my boy. Don’t let him push you around.” They went a few more blocks in silence before Todd continued.
“When I first got to the city and was looking for you, I went to the sentry saloon. He was there and told me some things, but not a lot of details. My mother’s death wasn’
