The shaving brushes were scattered all over the floor. An obvious sign of a struggle, one that entailed no signs of the girl, however. Wherever she’d been dragged off to, it was no longer downstairs in the torture room.
He slipped out of the room, down the hall and out the backdoor. He knew of one of the outlaws' hideouts. Maybe they’d taken her there. But before he could make it around the corner to his horse, he saw her.