The members of the train had no idea that he’d been observing them since the day before. They went about their business calmly, readying their wagons for the push west. The killer’s eyes followed Sarah Talbot in particular, since she was the spawn of the killer’s sworn enemy. * * * “Come on, Sarah,” Carl said. “We’re ready to go.” She was staring off at something in the distance. “What are you looking at?” Carl asked. “I just feel . . .” “What?” She turned and looked at the young man, her arms folded, holding herself as if she was cold. “I just feel as if I’m being watched,” she explained to him. “By who?” “I don’t know.” “Captain Parker?” he asked. “If he bothers you again, I will—”