Service found the two women had stripped down to their T-shirts, their gun belts and vests draped over on a nearby log. There was a huge hole in front of them, and sticking out of it was a hoof. “I needed warp speed to see that?” Sedge exhaled. “Horses, Sergeant, not deer. What the hell are horses doing buried here? I mean, really?” “How many horses?” Service asked. “Nine,” Sedge said. “So far.” He looked down. “Whole carcasses?” “Not that we’ve seen yet. They look like they were quartered and brought out here.” Service sniffed the air. “Still ripe.” “That’s what got us to looking,” Grinda explained. “But it’s not for them we were in a yank for you to get here.” Service looked around the area. “They look like they’re away from the artifact field.” Sedge looked up at him and sighed. “Check that hole over there,” she said, pointing. Service looked down and saw a human skull. Sedge said, “The horses may not be in the artifact field, but I think they’re right in the middle of the Iroquois remains.”
