Chapter 7
Robert’s head was throbbing. It felt as though he was the anvil and McGee was pounding on him. He struggled to open his eyes. He didn’t know where he was. He managed to lift his lids slightly. The sun pierced like a knife. As his vision cleared, he could see a canopy of trees overhead. Sunlight made its way through spaces between the leaves.
He could hear muffled voices. They became clearer and it sounded to him that, whoever they were, they were arguing. At first he couldn’t understand what was being said, then he began to comprehend. They were speaking Shawnee.
“These two are still alive,” said a voice. “All the rest are dead.”
“Kill them,” said a second voice.
Robert squinted up and saw the form of a man with a raised arm, holding a tomahawk, standing over him. He braced
