Will stared at Kensy in shock. Caleb… was his son? He hadn't even though of the possibility of Caleb having a family. For some reason, he'd just assumed that Caleb had been an orphan, like him. But, now that he knew the truth, he could see the family resemblance. They both had the same eyes, or eye, in Kensy's case. They had the same nose and the same ears. But, where Caleb was lean-muscled, Kensy had more bulk, a bit like Horace.

Kensy shook his head and turned away. "I can't believe it," he said. "He was always a bit restless and impatient but that ain't no crime. He was a good boy, he was."

"I don't think he did it," Will told him. "I came here to try and figure out what did happen."

Kensy turned his head, looking at Will. "What could we possibly know?" he asked.

Will shrugged. "I honestly have no idea but Crowley wouldn't have sent me up here without a reason."

"An' Crowley is…?"

Will started to speak then stopped. "He's… well… I guess you could say, in a way, he's my boss."

"Well, I don't know what he thought was up 'ere but we don't know anything about a murder," Kensy told him. "Actually, when Caleb didn't come back from 'is huntin' trip with friends, we assumed they'd been killed. We looked for 'em but didn't find them, not even bodies."

"Where was it they were supposed to go hunting?" Will asked.

"Up near Riley's cliff," Kensy said.

"Tomorrow, could you show me where that is?"

Kensy nodded. "Sure. You thinkin' there's something we'd a missed?"

"It's a possibility," Will told him. "I also want to ask around, learn a bit more about Caleb. Maybe if I can understand him, I can start to piece things together."

Will wasn't sure what he was hoping for, only that he was hoping for something.

Dead leaves crunched under the hooves of their horses –or, in Will's case, pony- as he and Kensy rode up the hills. Their breath formed clouds in front of them as they rode higher, making Will glad he had taken his winter cloak with him. He pulled the cloak tighter around him as they crossed a short, treeless expanse, the wind clawing at their clothes.

"How much further is it?" Will asked.

"Not far," the large man told him. Kensy had been very quiet all day and Will had not questioned him about it. He knew why.

Kensy had been right when he said it wasn't much further. Will guessed it wasn't even five minutes before they turned a corner and the path they'd been following suddenly stopped. Before them was a sheer drop of over one hundred feet. It wasn't a long drop, at least not as far as cliffs were concerned, but it was enough to kill someone.

Kensy led his horse away from the cliff, back into the trees before climbing off. Will did the same.

"We'll have ta walk from 'ere," Kensy told him as he tied his horse's reins to a tree branch. "There ain't any paths from 'ere to the campsite."

"You know where it is?" Will looked at him in surprise.

Kensy shrugged. "It's a well known site. Anyone that comes up 'ere uses it."

Will wasn't sure why he was so surprised. A campsite was hardly top secret information. Anyone could have found out about it. Even someone just passing through. "How many people know about it?" he asked as Kensy led him away from their horses.

"Everybody in town."

"What about newcomers?" he asked. "Any new people in town? Anyone passing through?"

"Other than you? None."

Will knew what Halt would say if his ex-mentor ever found out he was following someone he'd just met into the forest with not a single other person around for miles. And without his bow and arrows. But I've still got my knives, he thought. And he couldn't see any weapons on Kensy. Though, he knew well enough that just because he didn't see them didn't mean they weren't there.

It did not take them long to reach the campsite, though it was little more than a clearing. There was a fire pit next to a fallen log but no other sign of it being a campsite.

"When was the last time this place was used?" Will asked.

"Not since Caleb and the boys went missin'," Kensy told him, staring off into the distance. "Some believe this place is haunted. I believe they're superstitious lunatics."

Will smiled weakly before walking across to the fire pit. The ashes were quite old. Very old. "And you say you never found any bodies?"

"None. All their huntin' gear was here, and their tents and campin' gear. But they were just gone."

He scanned the site, looking for any sign. Even after all those years, it was possible that something could have been left behind. Unlikely, but possible. Unfortunately, there was nothing. "Where did you check?" Will asked.

Kensy blinked, looking dazed as if pulled from a deep sleep. "Eh?"

"Where did you check?" Will repeated. "Can you show me?"

Kensy nodded before leading the ranger out into the forest, away from the cliff. They followed what looked like a well worn path that had been allowed to grow over. Then again, Kensy had said that the campsite hadn't been used in over ten years. But, even after all that time, there were still traces of its previous use.

Kensy showed Will all of the places the townspeople had looked for the missing children and he found absolutely nothing. Frustration rolling around his stomach, he followed the older man back to where they had left the horses.

"I had been kinda wishin' that you'd a found something," Kensy told him as they walked back. "I know what happened to Caleb but the other parents, they still got nothin'."

Will nodded. He wished he could have found some indication of what had happened to the others but there had been nothing. Either there had been nothing to begin with or time had wiped it away. Or buried it.

It slammed into him like a sledgehammer and he wondered why he hadn't thought of it before.

"Kensy! Where was the campsite again?" Will asked quickly.

The older man paused and looked at him in confusion. "Back that way," he said pointing off towards the site.

Will hurried back to the campsite, his excitement at his idea and the setting sun forcing him to move faster. Once he arrived, he walked straight over to the fire pit, using a stick to dig through the ash. The sun rays that slanted through the trees caught on some object, making Will stop.

Reaching down, he picked up the thing, eyes widening.

"What is it?" Kensy asked. He sounded out of breath, having raced to keep up with the younger, fitter male.

"I don't know but I've got a pretty good idea."

Sitting in his hand was a fragment of a green stone, so similar to the Stellatite rock Alyss had encountered in Macindaw, while being kept as Keren's prisoner, that it made Will's mind race. This. This was what he had been looking for.

Author's Note: Not one of my better chapters but I'm quite content about how it turned out. What do you all think? I know Will has been a bit OOC but I'd like to hear –or read- what you guys think. And if you tell me that, yes, he is being OOC, tell me why you think that. I can't change anything unless you guys give me something to work with. Read and review.

Author's Note #2: Having a bit of a writer's block. Don't expect the next chapter(s) to come quickly.