"Jack?" she queried.

"We have to take a back road," he replied. "There’s a group of riders on the road and they’re heading this way." He grimaced in the darkness. "I recognized some of them. They’re your father’s friends."

"Oh, my God!" Amanda responded. "You mean they know?"

Jack shrugged. "I doubt it," he said, "but it would he foolish to ride right past them, wouldn’t it? We’ll take the fork road around the lumber mill. It’s not much further."

"Jack," whispered Amanda as she stared across at her companion. "I’m scared. There is no reason for those men to be on the road at this time unless they’re looking for something. Are you sure you never told anyone?"

Jack looked tall and the same as ever, clean shaven with a normal floppy black hat, jacket , trousers and boots. His white teeth smiled in the dull moonlight.

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