After looking at what appeared like recent footprints, Mitch turned upon hearing Henry. The firestarter had never seen nor heard the man so angry before; the ax was an especially menacing touch, and Mitch knew that Henry could use it, and would use it. That thought was reassuring and a bit frightening at the same time.
"Here." He wasted no time in pulling out the note from his pocket and handing it over. "I found this on the porch just a few minutes ago, and I think it's been here since this morning. There're fresh footprints over here, goin' into the woods..."
People went into the woods all the time around here, but along with the note, it seemed to Mitch too much of a coincedence. He looked over at the tracks with a grim expression. 'Looks like somebody, some people, were walkin' west.'