Muffin romped over the top of the hill down into Farrington Glenn.
Gimple’s sigh and following scowl drew Custer’s attention. “What worries you so,” he asked.
“She’s slight and reckless,” Gimple answered.
“She’s smarter than you give her credit for,” said Custer. “And she’s only doing what we all agreed needed to be done.”
Gimple tightened his grip on the wooden lever, the trigger of the trap. He watched as Muffin tumbled down the hill giggling. Nearly blissful, he thought. She should be more aware. The pangs of guilt made his stomach roll. “She doesn’t really realize, does she?”
Custer grabbed his shoulder with a comforting squeeze. “She knows.”
Gimple looked at Custer with a quick side glance, “She’s bait.”
Custer squinted out over the hill top letting a heavy breath ease its way from his chest. Another of Muffin’s giggles floated back to him. “She knows.”