Return of the Prodigal Gilvry. Ann Lethbridge

Pockles were another worry. They could not have been more than a half hour or so behind them, so they should have arrived by now. He didn’t see any reason to let her know his concern, though.

      He shrugged. ‘We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.’

      A rap sounded at the door. ‘Who is it?’ he asked, one hand going to his pistol.