Evelyn Ford opened the courtyard gate, and Ronan Kendrick galloped up to her on his horse. Blackie tossed his head and snorted, nearly flinging saliva and snot onto Evelyn's face.
"So much for being on time. It's 5:40."
Ronan Kendrick swung his leg over and dismounted. "Mr. Vance and Mr. Lowell took a fall. We were delayed for a bit."
"Are they okay?"
"They're fine."
It was only then that Evelyn noticed two brown, long-snouted wild boars slung across Blackie's back.
The boars' tusks jutted out, their heads covered in fresh blood.
"We got lucky today. We took out a whole sounder of wild boars—more than twenty of them. Then we ran into a few Musk Oxen. That's a year's worth of food right there."
Evelyn gave him a thumbs-up. "Impressive. Come on, let's get you inside for a bowl of ginger soup."
