Chapter 18A miserable night of fitful sleep and wakeful moments of grief for Gabe’s young, unfulfilled life passed slowly. I rose early and made ready to leave for Turtle Crick. After a brief debate over whether to leave Hume where he lay, I loaded his stiff body aboard the black gelding and lashed him to the saddle. The snow, after a break last night, resumed as Thunder set out for home.
Not an hour had passed before I caught a glimpse of movement through the falling flakes and heard the whinny of a horse. I pulled up and waited as Ethan and Andre slowly emerged from the morning gloom.
“I see you caught up with the murdering bastard,” Ethan said. He moved to my side and took the reins of the black from my hand.
“You all right?” Andre nodded to the bloody spots that had soaked through m
