Chapter 34Jacob Ford was desperately struggling not to fall into what he had forcefully vomited up just moments before, kneeling and supporting himself with his hands against the floor like a sickly, horrified animal. Somewhat vexed and slightly embarrassed by this scene, Joseph tried to lift him up, but Ford’s legs wouldn’t cooperate.
“Up.” the Injun said sharply and then jerked the skinny man, picking him up and placing him in a standing position. Ford’s stomach had nothing more inside that could be regurgitated, but the foul stenches spreading through the chamber and the heavy reflex of his already irritated pharynx were constantly provoking him.
“There’s no need for that. It doesn’t matter anymore.” said the resonant voice originating from the center of the huge hall in which they we
