Conner asked. His voice sounded unusually loud in the cabin. Probably because supper had been unusually silent. In fact, everything had been real quiet since Case and Sarah had ridden in a few hours ago. Both of them were strained and not at all talkative. Conner assumed it had something to do with the ambush by the raiders. “Sarah?” he pressed. “I’m sorry. Were you talking to me?” “Hell—er, heck, no, I was talking to the rabbit stew. What do you think changed their minds?” She blinked, obviously confused. “Why did the raiders go after you?” her brother asked slowly. “They haven’t been bothering us lately.” “I imagine it’s getting damned cold of a morning in Spring Canyon,” Case said. “Is that any reason to kill a woman from ambush?” Conner asked in disbelief. “It’s a better reason than some I’ve heard of.” His voice was cool and clipped. It advised a change of subject. So did the look in his eyes. Conner ignored the signals. “Seems like Ab is having trouble with his kinfolk as well as with Moody,”
