A loud plop followed by a splash in the water several feet from where he stood startled him from his thoughts. Alex wheeled around, his knife drawn. He relaxed instantly and sheathed his weapon. Sarah Osborne strode toward him with a determined look on her girlish face. She tossed another rock in his direction into the water. Was there something going on with Evie? She wouldn’t try and attack Aimee, would she?
“Walker,” Sarah called.
She’d grown since he’d last seen her more than a year ago. She had to be about the same age now as Evie had been when he left St. Charles to start his new life. Long-legged like a young deer, Sarah walked with the proud confidence of her father.
“Good thing you’re here, Walker.” Sarah stopped right in front of him. She glanced past him toward the creek.
“Is Evelyn causing problems?” Alex’s eyebrows furrowed.
Sarah stared at him for a moment, her own forehead wrinkling. “No, but Mama asked me to come find you.”
There was only one other reason Aimee would want to seek him out that he could think of. “The stitches are fine,” he said.
“It’s not about the stitches.” Sarah turned her head to the side and studied his face. “Do you know what this is, Walker?”