Chapter 134

THEY GNAWED on jerky and hardtack while they waited for the horses, Corliss and Woodrow somewhat skeptical when Dallin told them laconically that they'd show up shortly. Andette and the others merely folded down around one of the smaller fires and broke out travel sustenance from their saddlebags to share about. All of them shot surreptitious glances at Wil, though--out cold again, head propped on the pack Corliss had retrieved from where they'd left their horses farther down the path where the fires wouldn't spook them, and covered with a coat from one of the young men. Seaf, if Dallin was remembering right.