“Are you sure?” Sofia whispered.

Duncan joined her in the shadowed shelter of a pair of blackleaf trees and wild boxwoods shrubs.

“Positive,” he replied. “I circled back three times. There’s still no sign of anyone following us. Did you hear or see anything?”

She sighed. “The pyreshaw hasn’t been moved from what I could see. It’s just been toppled over. I didn’t get all that close before I came back to here. Also, I haven’t heard any horses.”

“Hells,” he swore and rubbed his eyes.

It had taken two hours for them to reach the edge of the Black Forest. Along the way, they continued to use the wake of the wilderox stampede as the path forward, moving cautiously and keeping to what cover was available. Fortuna...

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