Going Gone, Book 2 Of The Irish End Games - Plot & Excerpts
He had hoped to catch up to them before now, before they could pull some crap like this. He scanned the banks in either direction but saw nothing to draw his attention. They had gone in here. Likely they would’ve crossed, but they could just as easily have come back out on the same side. The point wasn’t getting across the river necessarily. The point was covering their tracks. Although a fisherman by trade, Donovan had hunted enough to know a little something about tracking. But a river was the grand equalizer. They might as well have disappeared into thin air. He dismounted and led his horse to the river, where he scooped up water in his hat and let him drink. It had been mildly unpleasant at midday with the rain starting in, and the day had gone from blustery to bracing. He glanced at the sun in the sky, slowly sinking against the horizon. Things were only going to get worse. Even he had seen the folly in leaving after dark.
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