Great.
She stood up, her hand trailing for the gun on her hip. She didn’t have too much ammo left, and she didn’t want to use it on her own people, but she would if she had to. Things were getting out of control. Somebody had to put a stop to it, or there would be no more caravan left. The man glanced at her hip as he approached, and he put up his hands and stopped.
“I only want to talk,” he said.
“Okay.”
“My name’s Jamal.”
“Talk, Jamal.”
“Look, I know it’s been tough these last couple of weeks. I know he left you in a tight spot.”
“I’m doing fine.”
“I saw that. What happened with Brody. I just want you to know that not all of us are like him.”
Saanvi weighed this.
“Okay,” she said.
Jamal took a deep breath.
“We all know what your man did for you, for us, and we’re on your side
