Skylar made a sound under her breath, just enough to let them know she wasn’t happy with their answers. “Well, then, gentlemen. Let’s get busy and see if we can find your missing horse.”
Despite her bossy attitude, which amused Matt and pissed off José, they let her lead the way and followed her. She shone her flashlight straight ahead. Matt took the left and José the right.
Despite this, there was still no sign of the horse. Even with dawn beginning to color the horizon and turning the black night to a milky sort of gray.
Working as a team, they began to move forward, each of them searching in their own direction, sort of like a fan.
When they reached the end of that pasture without seeing Saint, Matt’s heart sank. “Where the hell could he be?” he muttered.
“Did you hear that?” Skylar touched his arm, warning him to be silent. “Listen.”
He froze, straining to hear. Just as he was about to tell her he hadn’t heard a thing, there was a rustle that might have been a rabbit, a coyote, anything.
“I don’t think that’s a horse,” José muttered. “Coyotes, most likely.”
“Shh.” Skylar held up her hand. “They’re tracking something. Wait.”
Then they all heard it. The sound of hooves pounding the earth, the sound of a panicked horse running for his life.
Both he and José drew their guns.
“There.” Skylar pointed, swinging her flashlight in the direction of the noise.
Saint, backed into a corner. And flanking him in a semicircle were several coyotes.
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