  Todd, with a second saddle horse in tow, rode up on Nick’s side of the wagon and waggled two fingers at Nick, saving him from further conversation with Trey. Slung across the pommel of his saddle were two small satchels. Nick knew exactly what was in those satchels, their supplies. “Slow them down for a minute,” Todd said to Trey. Nodding, Trey pulled back on the reins and the team dropped to a walk. Nick stood on the bench and used the rail for a brace. He slipped onto the spare horse’s back. After making some adjustments to the stirrups, he took the reins from Todd. When Todd held out a hip holster and sidearm to Nick, Trey sat straighter and glared. Next Todd handed a rifle in a scabbard to Nick. That was fastened to his saddle under his right calf. Once Nick had the weapons secured, Todd handed off one of the satchels to him. That Nick fastened to a loop behind his left thigh. “He’s carrying guns,” Trey grumbled. “Slaves aren’t supposed to carry guns.” Nick grinned and pulled up a shirtsleeve, exposing the knife sheath strapped to his arm. “And knives. Actually I prefer knives.” He narrowed his eyes for effect. “Knives are quiet.” Faye did slightly intimidate Nick; she was a tutor. Though slave tutors didn’t strike the fear in him they once had, he’d probably always be leery of them and feel the need to obey one. Trey, on the other hand, simply irritated Nick, and he wasn’t above a little harmless mocking to put a burr under Trey’s metaphorical saddle. “Adorable as I think my mate is, I highly doubt if we’re under attack his dimples will slow them down much. I suppose he could try harsh language, but honestly, he’s horrible at cussing,” Todd said. “What did you expect? We’re sentries.” Trey opened his mouth, Nick reasoned to argue, but Todd waved him off. “Arguing with me is useless. Where is the entrance to this thing?” “It should be about a mile ahead. According to my map, there is an access road off this one on the west side,” Trey said. Todd nodded. “Pick up the pace. If they’re going to come at us, now is the time, unless they don’t know about the tunnels, but let’s presume they do.” He turned his horse so he could get farther from the wagons. Nick waved at Trey and mimicked Todd’s actions.     Comments are closed.
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