Hard to ChewChapter 7
Lou lay hidden in the shadows of the rocks and brush watching and listening to the posse race up the spine of the ridge his horse had fallen from. They came in single file, pushing their horses as hard as the waning light and the roughness of that country would allow. A big man on a black horse that must have stood sixteen hands tall at the shoulder led them. He was watching the ground as much as he was watching where his horse was going. Behind him the sheriff followed and then the rest of...