The sun had set right near a quarter of a candle ago. Zach, knew it was late, but as far as clock-time, that had been abandoned ’bout a month ago when the the watch Pa had give ’em had done packed in.
Zachariah Greene went and fixed himself another cup of coffee, and wandered the cabin as quietly as he could as not to wake his brother, Obad or Obad’s wife, Persistence, who were asleep in the loft above.
Won’t be long now, Zach reassured himself. Just another half inch of candle and he could rouse Obadiah and get some sleep himself. Till then he would keep the rifle close to hand and keep watch .
All of this seemed unreal to him. He had thought it a grand idea to take up the invite to join his brother to settle in Washington Territory. Rich timber to fell, and a life doing something other than workin’ in Pa’s dry goods and sundries.
That was all before the mules was spooked in the night, ’bout a week back. In the morning they had found a fence knocked over, and worst of all was those twenty inch footprints. Unreal indeed.