The demonic visions came flooding back, LaRoux, the squaw, Creed walking into camp. Beneath the black shadow of several days' stubble, Creed looked at her from across the fire. "Your sister and her husband went to the river to bathe."With an audible expulsion of breath, she dropped to the ground and searched the camp."We buried the bodies this morning."She ran a hand through her tangled hair. "Well, I guess I've done murder now."He nodded. "Deservedly so."She waited for her befuddled brain to clear while trying to form a hundred questions in her mind. Where should she begin? "When did you return from the war?"As if trying to recollect the date, he hesitated. "I suppose it's been two weeks now.""How did you find out I'd been kidnapped?" The next question rolled off her tongue before he had time to answer the first. "And, how did you happen to meet my sister?"He began with the attack on New Ulm, followed by the massacre in the cornfield. With every name he recounted, she closed her eyes and allowed the pent up tears to flow.
