Jacob was stirred from his sleep when he heard Cole wailing. Not moving, his hopes were fulfilled when Mattie was the one who got up to go check on him. For a minute, he started to snooze again, and then he could hear voices from the bedroom. That wasn't right. Nicholas was right here, and had heard [i]two[/i] voices. That wasn't right at all.

He got up slowly from the couch, hand rested on the revolver strapped to his side. Quietly, he crept toward the bedroom door and looked into the room. Mattie had her head stuck out the window, and seemed to be talking to someone below. This didn't look good. This looked like trouble.

"What are you doing?" he asked sternly. "Who are you talking to?"