Thomas sighed as the rage drained from his body. He shook his head in frustrated resignation.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but it’s got to stop. You’re going to get somebody killed and we can’t afford to lose anyone.
Gregory told me this morning about what happened to you on the firewood assignment. I talked it over with him and I’ve decided that I want you to take twenty soldiers and ride to Aos Si. We’ve got to get Aunt Debbie and Uncle Scott to send us some of their wardogs and warhorses. You can look for Mother and Father and Captain Mathin at the same time.”
Owen’s eyes snapped to Thomas’s face and remained riveted as Thomas told him what he wanted him to do.
“Are you sure? You really think I can do this?” he asked, disbelief raising his voice. “After what you just learned?”
“Yes,” said Thomas. “Someone has got to go looking and I think it’s best if you have a task away from the Tower. You should probably leave tomorrow or the next day. I’ve checked with Sergeant Haloran and he’s putting together a column to follow you to the Windward Range.
Owen slowly stood up. A huge grin stretched across his face. “I can do this. I know I can. I can really help you. Thanks, Thomas.”
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