Page 22 of Hollow Moon

Pushing that sorrow out of his mind, he focused on what the brother was saying.

“We had some trouble back at the camp.”

Yeah, right, Knox thought.

“What are you talking about?” Maggie asked.

“Some guy was sneaking up on the old stable. Have you seen anyone?”

She caught her breath, then answered, “No.”

“What’s going on in there?”

“I wasn’t dressed?”

“In the middle of the afternoon?”

“I got a headache and went back to bed.”

Knox heard the two other men move forward. Praying that she was holding the trio’s attention, he stayed low and slipped into the trees, getting far enough away so that he would be hidden.

He saw the brother unzip the tent and reach inside to pull Maggie out. Knox winced as the guy shook her.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why does it smell like sex in there?”

“It doesn’t. That’s my organic hand cream.”

“Yeah, sure.”

She raised her chin as she faced him. “What exactly happened at the stable?”

“None of your business.”

“But you want my help.”

“That’s right.”

“Are you doing something illegal out here?”

“What makes you think so?”

“The way you’re acting evasive.”

The brother snorted. “You always did think the worst of me.”

“I didn’t think. I observed your behavior.”

“You’re coming with me.”

“No. This is family property. I have as much right to be out here as you do.”

As Knox watched from the darkness under the trees, the guy pulled a gun.

Maggie gasped.

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