Jayanti was not among the group of women at the base of the gallows. Jack selected a victim at random. He didn"t sufficiently trust his marksmanship to hit her head so aimed for her belly, the widest part of her body. He grunted with satisfaction when she staggered and clutched her middle.
"Suffer, you witch," he said and handed back the rifle. "Load that, Flynn."
"Can we fire back, sir?" Logan asked.
"No," Jack said. "Nobody fire, except the designated marksmen. Jayanti wants us to waste our ammunition."
"You fired, sir." Thorpe sounded indignant.
"I did," Jack admitted.
Two of the prisoners had stopped struggling and were motionless at the end of their ropes, with the third still kicking. Even as Jack watched, the white-clad men dragged another three British soldiers forward.
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