They moved slowly through the receding flood waters with Mary leading them and the men alert for mutineers. Testing each step for the depth of water and mud, hopeful not to meet snakes, the men swatted biting insects, sweltered in the heat and plodded on, swearing.
"b****y India," Logan said. "Somebody told me it never rained in India."
"They lied," Parker said.
"What do you think Riley?" When Riley remained stubbornly silent, Logan continued. "We"ll find her, son, dinnae fret." He swayed closer, so his shoulder nudged Riley"s arm. "We"ll find your Charlotte."
Riley slogged on, thigh deep in water, eyes mobile and jaw set. Watching them both, Jack knew he could never express the pain he felt. These were his men, suffering, and he couldn"t help them.
They rested at an isolated village
