Tripp Pence's short body shot up. He let out a low growl and, just like River Larkin had done, rushed into the bedroom to check.
After turning the room upside down several times without finding the food, his expression twisted into something even more savage than before. That was all their food, and it was just gone.
River Larkin couldn't remain calm either. He kicked Mr. Bell's body lying next to him. "Useless! Useless! Useless!"
'It's one thing to get yourself killed, but he couldn't even guard something this important.'
'He had been against storing all the spoils in one place. The risk was too great.'
'But those three brothers wouldn't listen. They insisted that as the leaders, the goods should be left with them for safekeeping and distribution.'
'As if I didn't know what they were plotting. They just figured that once the supplies were in their hands, they were theirs to keep.'
