12
A Walk In The Grass
A quarter of an hour passed.
Julian sat in his saddle next to his friend and tried not to grow impatient. The Mayor and Constable Malory were supposed to have brought the prisoner out by now. Where were they? Just then, he began to think maybe Melanie was right, and the people in Lydelton were just a bunch of yokels.
But then the sound of horse hooves clopping on flagstone drew his eye. Three men, one of them leading a saddled horse, were walking down the main street toward where Julian and Raedrick waited.
At last!
They drew nearer and their conversation slowly became audible. "...terribly sorry about this. We cannot control what drifters who happen to pass through do. You understand?" The Mayor was good. He actually sounded nervous, terrified even. His voice
