Their horses carried them at an easy pace across the farmland, their hooves thumping against the dirt road that cut through rows of crops.
From up on the saddle, Wade could see the damage more clearly now.
Rows of plants gnawed down to their roots, and patches of soil overturned as if something had clawed its way through.
It wasn't hard to imagine the beetles scurrying under there, waiting.
When they reached the end of the field, Rowan slowed his horse and brought it to a stop near a weather-worn post.
They each dismounted, tying their horses securely.
Wade gave his a few pats on the neck before stepping away.
Both men reached for their weapons. Rowan unsheathed a plain, straight-edged sword, taking a moment to admire its blade.
Wade followed suit, his own blade leaving a low whistle as it left the scabbard.
"Wait a second," Wade said, tilting his head. "Where's your staff?"
Rowan chuckled. "Not today."
