barking outside and Jeb turned to me. “Sounds like friends are coming,” I said. “She tends to silently sneak up behind enemies.”

“She is a good dog,” he said. He grabbed his pistol and stepped outside. “Hey Mama, what are you doing out in this weather?” 

“Just wanted to get out a bit and make sure everything was good over here. I see the outhouse bit the dust.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, as they walked in.

“What happened to you?” Cindy said.

“Why?” I asked.

“You have scratches on your face and your hair is wet.”

“I fell in the snow, I didn’t realize I had scratched u...

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