Cane's POV
The walk back to the cabin was the longest walk of my life. It was only across the yard, but my feet felt like they were made of stone. Armstrong walked in front of me, his head down. I had the shotgun pointed at his back, but my finger wasn't on the trigger. I didn't know what to do with my hands. The gun was just something to hold.
Behind us, the yard was a dark mess of shapes that weren't logs. The smell of gunpowder was sharp in the cold air. Stephanie walked beside me, not touching me. She was just a shadow.
We got to the cabin door. Henry was there, holding it open. His kind face was grim. Mabel stood behind him, her hand on his arm. They didn't speak. They just moved aside.
I nudged Armstrong with the shotgun barrel. "Go on. Sit."
