He’d talked possibilities over with the group and come up with only one logical answer. They’d all have to stay together until Austin. The wagon would double the amount of time it would take, but the cooks couldn’t ride a horse, even if they had an extra few, and he couldn’t leave them behind. If Toledo’s men crossed the border, they’d have little trouble tracking the wagon and the women would be killed. Duncan frowned, thinking that for a man who always traveled light, he was collecting far too much baggage. The men could all take care of themselves, but Duncan couldn’t forget that they were in this mess because of him. Anna was always in his shadow, looking for him to protect her. Emily might be a fine horsewoman and a great shot, but she would be no match for the cutthroats who worked for Toledo. The two cooks didn’t even seem to know what direction to go. Wyatt offered to ride ahead and get help, but if trouble came it would be soon and Duncan might need his friend’s gun.
