CHAPTER TWELVE
“That’s serious gunfire,” Norton said. “Perhaps we should turn away and make our way to Bethlehem?”
“We do, and they’ll hang you as soon as they see you.”
“They won’t recognize me.”
“If your story is true, they’ll remember you for the rest of their lives.”
“I was wearing my bandana over my face.”
“Is that so?”
He smirked. “It’s a sort of disguise.”
She studied the film of sweat covering his brow, the chalky whiteness of his face, his eyes so dull. “I’m not sure you’ll make it to Bethlehem. We need to get you fixed now!”
“I’ll make it.” He shivered beneath the thick coat draped around him.
Several shots rang out. Cathy leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. She thought she saw some distant puffs of smoke, but she couldn’t be sure. “We’ll go in from the other direction.
