Chapter 22

BY THE time they got to the sheriff's office, set in the center of the small town between a shabby little hostel and an apothecary, Dallin was having a continuous argument with his eyelids and Calder kept slumping into his shoulder, relaxing for a moment and then careening back off again when he realized what he was doing. Calder had been in a semidoze for most of the ride but had blinked out of his stupor when he'd watched sleep-addled gofers unload the cart's gruesome cargo at the healing house. It seemed to have sapped the last of what was holding him together.