The Posse knew the horses would be a good meal for anybody trying to live free of the governments control. Nathan and Denny, in particular, knew this area well. Nathan used to play on these tracks as a child and he knew where they led, and that put an uneasy feeling in his gullet. Denny knew the route because he took it regularly with a small band, by night, to fetch beef. They had passed that juncture now and Denny was in unfamiliar territory. “Hold up here a second, guys,” Nathan said, and the Posse came to a stop. “I need every one of you to be especially watchful in these parts. These tracks head straight toward the old town of Murphysboro. It used to be a thriving subdivision for college kids that attended Carbondale’s college university. But now, there’s no telling what it’s become. I’ve heard tales of cannibalism and raiding bands.” “Perhaps we should hitch the horses and proceed on foot,”
