Chapter 3Todd swiveled his horse around and headed to the end of the wagon train. The man driving the last wagon, one belonging to Todd and Nick, was a burly guy Todd judged to be in his early fifties. He said he was a farmer. What Todd liked best about him was his no-nonsense, don’t-give-him-crap sort of attitude. Kells sat on the bench seat beside him, staring at the woods. Todd scrambled around trying to remember the man’s name—Jeremy or Jason, something with a J.
He waved at Faye and met her a few yards behind the wagons. “Nick is scouting ahead. Have you seen any people following us?”
Faye shook her head. “No, but I can’t shake the feeling we’re being watched. A few times I thought I saw something shiny through the trees, but couldn’t get close enough to tell.”
“Me, too. Nick menti
