Chapter 108
I started back for the cavern sometime after noon deep in thought over what this uprising might mean for the rest of us. It had happened over a month ago, so would likely be of little consequence aside from contributing to nervousness on all sides.
I glanced around me. The autumn sun had a bite, so I held Arrow to a slower pace. I liked the cut of the paint I’d acquired. He had a spring to his step and was about the right size for a man of Blood’s build.
On the way to the fort I’d been worried over telling the military I’d killed a deserter who’d once been one of their own. But on the return trip I had no such distractions after putting the news of the Meeker Massacre in its proper place. Now, images of Matthew and Blood engaging in intimacies flooded my brain. I hauled up on the reins.