Chapter 22 The Cloaked Stranger

My breath came in puffs of fog, trembling hands squeezing Snowdrift’s reins. My horse was just as uneasy; stiff as a statue with ears perked and tail lashing.

It isn’t my imagination. Something is wrong.

But Captain Jackson gave me an order; I must earn his trust.

I swallowed and tugged at Snowdrift...

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