Matt rolled the thought over and over in his head, curious, intrigued, mystified and, deep in the most hidden part of his soul, beguiled despite himself. He had never experienced anything like this, and the challenge of it tempted him to see if he could beat it. He wanted to know if he could Track an untrackable witch. “Now ain’t that a pain,” Will grumbled as he chewed on his cigar. Matt’s attention was drawn back to the two other men in the room and he straightened up and pressed his hands deeply into his pockets. “What did you have in mind once I find her?” he asked curiously. Matt knew from the disdain that had dripped from the captain’s words about his brother-in-law that he was not angling to arrest the witch because she had stolen art from family. While Matt would never assume Will didn’t want to see justice done, the man had a big-picture style of outlook. Matt would lay heavy odds on Will bringing this all up and explaining what had occurred and what they suspected more because he felt it relevant to something he wanted rather than just to track down a single lady thief.
