Avarice perched on the backboard of the wagon, teasing one of the tassels hanging from Goodie’s shawl.
“Why are we waiting,” she asked.
Armie strained his neck, looking down the line at the other families and their wagon, before answering. “We’re waiting on the guide, Goodie. It’s too dangerous to go North into Indian lands alone.”
As on cue, six rough-hewned, heavily armed men rode up on unkempt, shaggy horses. The obvious leader stood up in his stirrups and shouted, “WE WILL BE LEAVING SHORTLY! YOU GIT READY!”
“Bad,” Avarice said to Goodie.
“I don’t like those men,” Goodie said.