Previously: The bodies buried, the wagon driver was headed back to Forest City, when he saw a bunch of riders approaching. Those riders were—of course, our Rootin’-Tootin’ Posse.
They had ridden straight through Forest City as they had no business there.
The driver tipped his hat as they passed on his way back to Forest City.
The dog-people were distracted as they were escorting their humans by the scent of death. That scent led them to a freshly covered mass gravesite.
“Humans are buried here—very recently,” Cleo, after sniffing the dirt, declared, “We must tell the humans!” Continue reading