Lost Creek Hollow Joining

Well, that had made an impression, Mordecai noted. The uncertainty of the other seemed to roll off him in waves and from that and his wandering gaze that settled itself, Mordecai could not decide whether it was a note of deference or not.

"You picked a bad place to be resting," he said, foregoing a more formal greeting. But the desire for explanation was clear cut. With the thinning in their ranks, he had felt more than just the prickle of his senses; it was a pierce of annoyance in the wake of those that had disappeared wildly and another, for those that had come blindly wheeling close to their territory.