Evelyn Ford handed the whetstones to everyone, and the others took out their long knives and began to sharpen them. The originally calm rest stop was suddenly filled with the sound of grinding blades, which gave the truck drivers hauling coal behind them such a scare that they started their engines in the middle of the night and all fled.
"What happened? Why did they all leave?"
Smelling the truck exhaust, Quincy looked bewildered. "I was hoping to go over and get some information from them."
"They were probably scared off by the spectacle of us sharpening our knives."
It had to be said, Wyatt Vaughn had hit the nail on the head.
"But we're the good guys. What are they afraid of?" Quincy shrugged and continued to sharpen his knife.
"When we were coming over earlier, I saw a few Callery pear trees over there. Ronan Kendrick and I are going to cut some branches."
"Callery pear trees? You don't need to be picky about branches for the livestock. They eat pine needles, too."
