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fear wash over Scout's face.
    "We will find your sister. There is power in numbers. There is no way that we won't locate her." Boyd tried to be encouraging.
    "Boyd, I know that we will find my sister. But the power is not in the numbers. The power is in money."
    Beau nodded. "This is true. The power is in the money."
    Beau and Boyd glanced at Scout, waiting to see if he caught the tone of the comment. It seemed that with Lou Simmons having so much money and clout, he would have more than a three man posse out in search of his daughter. A man like that should have several search parties and law enforcement on every inch of the surrounding counties. Instead, the search party consisted of two men who not only did not know Bianca, but did not know the land, and the missing victim's brother.
    "My father is," Scout paused. "My father is a peculiar one. That is all that I can say about him."
    The brothers knew better than to push the issue. Family ties could be a fine line to walk. Talking about how one chose to handle family was a touchy subject. Even if what was proposed or pointed out was correct, family loyalty would always come first.
    "Fair enough. I just want to know that we can have the resources that we need if we need more."
    Scout nodded. "Indeed we can, if we need it."
    "That's good to know," Beau replied.
    "Whoa!" Scout abruptly pulled his horse to a stop.  Beau and Boyd followed suit.
    "There. Right there. Do you see that?"
    The brothers looked around to try and see what Scout was looking at. Neither one of them could figure out what was in his focus, so they stood by and waited for his next move.
    Scout jumped off of his horse and ran over near the edge of the trail. Beau stayed atop his horse. Boyd hopped down and stood by, waiting for Scout's response.
    He watched as Scout ran his fingers through the dirt, some of it flying away in the morning breeze.
    "These are berries, crushed the way that Bianca and I used to. Now this could be coincidence, but I'm pretty sure that she is trying to lead us on a trail."
    "What do you mean about the way that the berries are crushed?" Beau asked.
    Scout rubbed the berries between his fingers. "When we were younger, my mother would take us to the woods and we would go berry picking. As you see, we don't have as much in the line of greenery, so it was nice to go out to and run our toes through the lush green grass.
    "We would find so many different kinds of berries out there, we would go home with a basket full. But Bianca used to like to see the juice come dripping out of the fruit. So she would squeeze them and flatten them. By the time we went home, her hands would be sticky and red, and my mother would fuss at her about wasting them just to squeeze the juice out."
    Scout smiled at the memory, and then threw the berries back to the ground. "We should continue on the trail. Hopefully, she has left us some other clues as to where she is."
    Boyd mounted his horse, and waited for Scout to mount his. They knew that following the trail was in order, so they set off. Everyone kept their eyes on the trail, looking for more berries, but also kept their eyes peeled for any possible attacks.
    Scout taught them that riding the open trail could be extremely dangerous. Despite the fact that he was Native American as well, there was always the possibility of being ambushed at any time. Boyd heard many stories about how the West was wild and untamed and full of desperados and vigilantes. The folklore was part of what intrigued him and made him want to move out west. The call for adventure and a life full of exciting journeys was what he needed before he truly settled down.
    Boyd was glad that he could share all of it with his brother. Such a change in life was meant to be shared with loved ones, and Boyd was happy that his twin brother had wanted to go out on the quest with him. The twin Abbott brothers were so different, yet so much of their spirit was the same. Both wanted adventure and were