Page 57 of Swamp Kings 2

“Or that you liked them.”

“I do like ponds. And do tell the cook that his talents have warmed my belly and then some.”

Voss closed his knife, wondering what that meant. “And then some.”

She set the empty bowl on the log as she nodded with a contented moan.

“When you’re ready to sleep, I’ll take you to your tent.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can find it,” she said, eager to be helpful.

“I’ll show you,” he insisted. “When you’re ready.”

She glanced around then took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think I am ready,” she decided.

Good. The sooner she was in her tent the better he’d feel.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“That’s the road,” Seer pointed from the passenger seat.

Bishop turned the giant rig onto the narrow-paved lane.

“You wanna switch?” Seer asked, hopeful. “You already hogged two hundred miles.”

Bishop grinned, glancing at him. “You wanna drive this bitch,” he realized, Seer’s laugh confirming.

“Maybe.”

“Next stop it’s yours.”

Seer leaned and eyed the skies. “The Lord’s about to crack the dawn,” he mused.

“How we doin’ on time,” Bishopwondered.

“Only behind an hour.”

Good. But he wasn’t about to celebrate. Especially since Beth mentioned seeing their son again in a dream. Older again, still building something but the ravens and the crows bothered him. They were swarming. Like bees when a hive is in danger she’d said.

Did that mean their son was in danger? Or them? He realized if it was them, then it was both. None of the answers were good and that had the air cracking its knuckles with dark promises and doom tightening its fingers around his neck.

“What’s on your mind?” Bishop asked his spiritual compass. “I need some divine news.”

“Hm.”

Bishop glanced at him.

Seer said, “Nothing to speak of, really.”

“Hm,” Bishop returned.

“I’d tell you, brother,” he assured softly.

“Well, something’s on your mind,” he said, eyeing his wife on the screen in the main cabin. Something was on her mind too.She had her face fixed perfectly which meant she was forcing it.

“I never worry about things working out,” Seer said.

Bishop glanced at him, again attempting to produce those measures and figures that showed him data on everything but the shit he really needed it for. “So, whatdoyou chew on? How long it will take, how it’ll play out?” Bishop maneuvered a narrow curve.

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