“So,” I began, stirring at the peppers and onions to make sure they weren’t sticking to the skillet, “there’s something I don’t understand. Why’d we avoid that section of fence line today? The one that ran back into the woods. Reckon it wouldn’t have taken much time to follow it.”
It was brief, but I didn’t miss the look that Tommy flashed at Jonas. Jonas took a sip from his cup and leaned forward slightly, nodding almost imperceptibly.”
