Indigo Moon (Garoul #3) by Gill McKnight

Author:Gill McKnight [McKnight, Gill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781602822016
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2011-02-15T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

It took her hours to make her way back to the farm. With every stumbling step she worried she was doing the wrong thing. But where else could she go? She wasn’t going back to Big Tree now that it was being used for ceremonial witchcraft.

The Black Knife track that forked from the hatchery station was the only other option she knew of. What she needed was a vehicle to take her down to the hatchery station and then on to Black Knife Lake. She had gone in circles and was right back to the car key dilemma. One problem at a time. Get back to the farm first, and then worry about keys.

Her approach brought her in by the far side of the barn. The yard and outbuildings lay quiet in the gray predawn. Isabelle stood motionless in the shadow of the barn wall, her legs shaking from the long hike. She watched and listened for several minutes. Everything was still. Not even the morning birds had begun to sing. She had just screwed up enough courage to dart across the yard when she heard a truck approach from the river.

Panicked, she darted into the barn and stepped back into the warm, dry darkness. The truck came to a standstill outside, and its door slammed shut with a bang.

“Hey, Ren. How’d it go?” she heard Patrick call and then the crunch of footsteps as the two met to talk. She hadn’t noticed Patrick lurking—he must have been out there all along. Isabelle shuddered to think what would have happened if she’d taken another step toward the parked vehicles.

“A fine filly.” Ren sounded upbeat. “Old Man Williams was so pleased he paid on the spot.”

“Good job. I made some coffee, want some?”

“No, thanks. I’m going up to the cabin and check on Isabelle. How are the others?”

“All tucked up snoozing. It was a great night. Pity you had to go on to Williams’s place in the middle of it.”

“Tonight will be even better. Isabelle will be there…” Their footsteps receded as they moved out of earshot.

Isabelle stood in the barn, completely indecisive. What she had overheard had not terrified her. She had detected no horrifying consequences for her in Ren’s voice. And she was attuned to that voice. She could make it do things, like roar and purr. Ren’s tone with Patrick had been so casual, so matter-of-fact, so…so un-sinister? She was dithering again and it annoyed her. A part of her just didn’t want to go. Leaving the valley was like pulling off skin.

Footsteps warned her of Patrick’s return. He was making straight for the barn. She slid farther along the wall into the deepest shadows. This was awful. If he came in here, she could end up trapped. Why couldn’t he go back to the cookhouse and his coffee? Isabelle looked around her in a panic. She contemplated her chances of bashing Patrick on the head and making a run for it. She even lifted a shovel and hefted its weight in her hands.

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