“Our situations always seem to alter, Major Windrush,” Batoor said. He pushed his horse three steps closer, lifted the bundle at his saddle and threw it at Jack"s feet. Two of his riders did the same, so three human heads rolled on the ground. Jack glanced downwards and saw that Ghazan would no longer lead the Rahmut Khel.
“You killed Ghazan, I see,” Jack said.
“I said I would,” Batoor said. “Now, I am in command.”
“With your Russian friends?” Jack nodded to the two men in grey coats.
“My Russian friends?” Batoor repeated the words louder and turned to face his companions. “Major Windrush believes you are Russian!”
Both men laughed and fingered their grey clothes.
“You are mistaken, Windrush,” Batoor said. “The owners of these coats were Russians, Cossacks, I believe.” He pointed to
