Chapter 63

I roared out of the barn, Bryce right behind me. We usually don’t drive much after dark, especially on the bumpy land behind us, but this was the only way we’d catch up with the guy. All the stuff missing from the freezer and Sam’s fridge—it made sense now.

We drove almost all the way to the rocks before I stopped. Wind whistled around us, and I had to shield my face from the dust and sand.

“What in the world—?” Bryce started.

I held up a hand and told him what I had seen and read. “I think the guy’s holed up out here.”

“What if you’re wrong?” Bryce said. “It could have been Sam. Or one of those gold robbers. Or a real mountain lion.”

I had a sick feeling. What if the guy was waiting to jump us?