Lost Creek Hollow mr. ghost goes to town

sorry for the wait on this.

From the east. Mordecai did not know whether that statement comforted him or simply concerned him more — the world further to the east became sketchy to him, and he did not know what lied too much further east than the river. But as it were he did not have the time to dwell on this properly, as the rasp started up again and his malformed company rattled on. Nothing he said beyond that soothed the tension he felt; if anything, that tension rose at the suggestion of being useful.

His gaze drew back to the east, though the density of the wood and the gloom of the late night did little more than play hell with his perception. He did not see anything or hear anything particular, but the urge to watch in that direction gave him time to arrange his thoughts.

"You might want to keep going to the west then," he offered, letting out a breath. The statement hinged itself on the fact that perhaps out there somewhere were his pursuers, lost or not for the time being.