Tracking the Delton boys was pretty easy, they were making no effort to hide their trail. Hell, I could have tracked them blindfolded, just listened for the buzzards feasting on the dead steers they were leaving, half eaten, on their journey.
That confused me, the closer I got to them. Why were they wasting so much good meat? If this was about food, they’d be eating all they could, and if this was for a profit, why waste all that stock?
I finally caught up on the third night, and found out what the Delton boys were feeding.