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The cabin door was open. Wide open, with no sign of life inside or out. Nate opened his mouth to shout, but his vocal cords were half paralyzed by fear.

A shadow moved across the doorway.

Nate vaulted from the saddle while the bay was still in motion. In his haste he stumbled and almost fell. Then he was running toward the door with the Hawken ready, and forced a cry from his throat. “Aggie! Tyne! Anora! Are you in here?”

Philberta filled the doorway.

In reflex, Nate sprang back and came within a whisker of squeezing the trigger. “Are you trying to be shot?”

“The girls are fine,” Philberta said calmly. “They are in here with me. But Aggie went after it.”

“After what?”

“Tyne saw something at the window. It was looking in at us. A monster, she called it. Before I could stop her, Aggie ran out. She shouted something about seeing it. When I got to the door she was almost to the woods.”

“Where?”

Philberta pointed near a spot near where Nate had glimpsed the pale figure. Stay inside!” Whirling, he sprinted for the trees. He heard horses coming up the trail, but he didn’t stop. Philberta could explain to Peter and Erleen.

Nate plunged into the vegetation. “Aggie? Where are you?” Shouting when an enemy was near was foolhardy but Nate had to find her before the creatures got hold of her. The spectral slayers wouldn’t spare her because she was female. Any shred of compassion they possessed had long been extinguished.

Nate came to the thicket and dashed around it, but the pale figure was gone. Nor was Agatha anywhere to be seen. He shouted her name several times while glancing anxiously about. She had to have heard him; she couldn’t have gotten that far.

Frantic with worry Nate skirted a blue spruce and wound through a stand of pines. Suddenly someone was in front of him. He tried to stop but couldn’t. Down they crashed, their limbs entangled, Nate shifting so his shoulder bore the brunt for both of them. Pain spiked his arm and he almost lost his grip on his rifle. “You could have given a yell.”

Aunt Aggie grunted as she sat up. “I was chasing someone, and I didn’t want them to know where I was.”

“You should have stayed at the cabin.”

“Why? Because I’m female? You would have given chase.”

Nate slowly rose and gave her a hand standing. The woods around them were still, but that could be deceiving. “You say that you saw someone? What did they look like?”

“I only saw them for a split second. No doubt you will think I am insane but it was an Indian. A white Indian.”

“You’re right,” Nate said.

“You’ve seen the white Indian yourself?”

Nate grinned. “No, you’re right that you are insane. Where did this white Indian get to?”

“I couldn’t keep up. I never saw anyone so fast. And the way he ran, hunched over, as if he was a hunchback. I wish I could have seen his face.”

“No, you don’t.” Nate took her elbow and started her back. “What makes you think it was an Indian?”

“The man was practically naked. You don’t see white people running around without their clothes on.”

“You too?”

“Pardon?” she asked.

“There was only the one?”

“That I saw. I thought if I could shoot him, we could get to the bottom of the mystery. But I never had a clear shot.”

“You were lucky.”

“Don’t you mean he was? I would have shot him and not thought twice about it. He is to blame for the disappearances. I am sure of it.”

At last they were in agreement. “So am I. But it’s not what you think. It’s not what you think at all.”

“Then you have some explaining to do, Nate King.”

“Soon.”

Shouts from the clearing spurred them along. Peter and Erleen had arrived and the girls had come out of the cabin. Philberta stood by the door fingering her knife.

“There you are, Aggie!” Erleen exclaimed. “I was worried to death. Don’t you know better than to go chasing savages into the woods? Thank God you weren’t hurt.”

Agatha whispered to Nate, “She was worried about you, too.”

“Sure she was.”

Everyone except Nate started to talk at once. Peter held up a hand, silencing them, and suggested they go inside where it was safe.

“I’ll tend to the horses,” Nate offered. No one seemed to hear him. Taking the reins to all three animals, he was almost to the corner when he acquired a shadow.

“I’ll go with you,” Philberta offered.

“I can manage.”

“I don’t mind.” Philberta smiled. “You need someone to watch your back while you strip the saddles.”

Nate never expected her to be so considerate. She gave the impression he wasn’t high on her list of favorite people.

“I also wanted to talk. I have an idea how we can catch whoever is behind all this.”

“I am all ears.”

“Bait,” Philberta said. “Someone should sit out in the open and lure the heathens in for the rest to shoot.”

“Do you have someone in mind?” Nate was willing to bet she wanted him to do it.

“Me.”

“You’re serious?”

“Never more so. It’s a good plan. I’ll take some clothes to the stream and wash them. The rest of you can wait in the trees. When the Indians jump me, you can pick them off.”

“You’ll be in great danger,” Nate pointed out.

“Those savages killed my husband and my three sons. I relish the chance to pay them back.”

Nate looked at her. She wore a bitter expression, and there was no denying the sincerity in her tone. “We’ll talk it over with the others. If they agree, then we’ll try it.”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll agree,” Philberta predicted. “Peter wants revenge on the slayers of his brother.”

Nate opened the corral gate and led the horses in. Philberta stood guard, humming. That bothered him. He couldn’t say exactly why, other than she was much too cheerful for someone who had lost her family. Should he ever lose his, he would be devastated for years.

The woods stayed quiet. Nate gave the forest a last scrutiny before going in. He had the feeling that unseen eyes were on him again. Closing the door, he barred it.

“Don’t put that bar on,” Erleen said. “Our boys aren’t back yet.”

Only then did Nate realize Fitch and Harper weren’t there. “They should have heard the scream.”

“That was me,” Tyne said. “I’m sorry.”

“Never apologize for being afraid,” Erleen said, giving her a hug. “Fear is natural. I have been scared many times in my life. Why, once I was in the root cellar and a black widow got on my sleeve and I screamed fit to bust my eardrums.”

Nate smiled. For all her shrill moments, Erleen tried her best to be a good mother.

“Fitch and Harper will be here soon,” Peter declared. “We might as well sit tight.”

Nate agreed. But it was plain Peter didn’t like waiting, and Nate couldn’t blame him. He wouldn’t like it, either, not if Zach was out there somewhere, in a valley that harbored—what, exactly? If his hunch was right, what were they? He thought of the book by Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus. Monsters. That was what they were. He was tempted to say something to the others but he held off, on the remote chance he was wrong.

Erleen made coffee for the adults and tea for the children. Peter sat at the table, drumming his fingers. Philberta rocked in the rocking chair, softly humming.

Nate stayed at the window, careful not to show himself. He hoped one of the things would venture into the open so he could get a good look—and a clear shot. But they were too shrewd for that. Even in their state.

Aunt Aggie came over and leaned against the wall. “I will spell you if you want.”