Barbara laughed, took a generous bite, and ate hungrily. Ellis finished his sandwich and took another. He was about to eat it when he straightened and looked down the Trail. When he turned to her, his face was serious.
"I don't like it."
She said airily, "What don't you like?"
He moved away from her studying the sky and the movements of the branches. "The wind's shifted from north to east."
"Can't the wind change its mind?"
"Bobby," he was very earnest, "we're in for a storm. We'd better ride."
She was uncertain. "Are you sure?"
"I'm dead sure!"
He helped her repack the sandwiches and returned them to her saddlebag. She felt a rising concern and a little fear. But after he helped her mount his horse and she looked down at him, she steadied. There was going to be a storm because he had said so. But he seemed calm, and somehow she felt that he would know what to do about it.
"We're going to make time," he told her. "I've put you on King because he'll follow me and I know he'll keep up. If you need anything, say so."