I had a moment to visualize Larry out in the dark all alone, unarmed except for his cross. The thought made my skin cold. I opened my mouth to yell at him and closed it. Never dress anyone down in public unless it's an object lesson. I said, "Any tracks?" I gave myself a dozen brownie points for yelling.

"Do I look like Tonto? Beside the ground is just grass and it's been so dry lately. I don't think there'd be any tracks.

Auteur: Laurell K. Hamilton