With faces turned toward their leader, they waited his word.

The Ranger stood still, the long official envelope in his hand.

When he spoke, there was a ring in his voice that left in the minds of his companions no doubt as to his view of the seriousness of the situation.

"Milt," he said sharply.
The youngest of the Carleton sons stepped forward.

"Yes, sir." "You will ride to Fairlands.