Sam whirled, eyes searching the bushes. There was nothing there. He did a quick turn, pistol cocked and ready, checking all around him, but still, nothing.
Mouth set in a harsh line, eyes and ears intent, he continued on through the clearing. Whatever this murdering bastard was, he was taking care of it. Now. It wasn't getting another shot at his brother.
The moon disappeared behind a cloud. A soft ripple of laughter grew and swelled, surrounding Sam, seeming to come from everywhere, from nowhere, shards of glee and insanity that sent a cold shiver of dread down his spine.