Thirteen“Two hours. No more.” Deep Water rubbed the soil between forefinger and thumb, sniffing at the baked blood.
“Seems like they had a real set-to,” said Simms, eyes roaming across the three dead bodies, two out in the open, the third half-in, half-out of the house.
“This one,” said Deep Water, prodding the corpse nearest to him, “is one of the war-party we shadowed.”
“How in the hell did he get here?”
“I do not know. Perhaps we will never know. But we must move fast, in case the others come looking.”
Simms snorted and climbed into his saddle. “I could have done with a few moments, get a better sense of what went on here, but I know you're right – let's move on.”
Deep Water led the way, skirting the tree line of the small wood until eventually they moved out into open ground agai
