CHAPTER 19Billy lay outside the Freymore house in the darkness and took another swig from his can of beer before he checked his bowstring and brought up an arrow to load. He hadn't expected the wait to be so long. Usually Lilad came out just before dark with a bag of mulch for that damn horse of his. He'd feed him, chat away as if the stupid creature could understand him and lead it into the back shed that he had made into a stall. His plan was to pay the bastard back for insulting him in the tavern. A well-placed shot would wound him, a second, kill the animal before him and, with a little luck he could knock out that mangy dog too. Damn thing always barked whenever he came close to their property.
He frowned when he realised the dog hadn't barked once since his arrival. Also, their hors
