Red glared and tried to roll free, then suddenly relaxed. “Are you positive?”
“Positive. I was watching them before I woke you.”
Tim peered around the rock to see if the riders had heard Red’s shout but the last one was just disappearing behind a little rise, going the same way as before.
Red sat up with a haunted expression on his face. He spoke softly without turning around. “Did they hear me shout?”
“Apparently not.”
Red was breathing hard. He didn’t speak.
Tim sat down nearby, quiet for a minute or two before he spoke. “I shouldn’t have wakened you suddenly.”
Red’s eyes rested on the valley, watching for signs of other horsemen following the first.
Tim said, “It could have been I who did that.”
“But it wasn’t. You’re just as hungry, but not so hungry that you made yourself see ghosts.”