Chapter TenSpice fought to keep her eyes open. Mitch lay where he had fallen. It was dark, and Billy-Bob had built a fire close by. It was more to keep the animals away than to keep the patient warm. Spice had removed the arrow, stopped the bleeding and dressed the wound. She’d shot him full of the penicillin and morphine that Billy-Bob had produced from his backpack. They’d broken into a pharmacy the previous week and emptied the place. Billy-Bob knew almost as much about pharmaceuticals as he did about guns.
It had been a long afternoon. Her medical training at Quantico hadn’t prepared her for the trauma of field surgery. Mitch’s super-human strength had played a major part in his survival. Her ministrations had only played a minor role. The stress involved had drained her last resolve.
