“Yeah, and fourteen people with that much firepower seems like a tad bit of overkill just to detain Doctors Evander and Lector,” Azazel observed.
Seeing Kadeya’s face blanch white as the soapstone on the river’s edge, Ramuell asked, “Grandmother, are you all right?”
“I’m worried sick about Lector,” she said gazing up at the canyon’s northside trail. She had an overwhelming sense of foreboding.
When she leaned down and put her hands on her knees, Ramuell thought she was going to vomit. He rubbed her back gently.
After about a minute she stood up, took a deep breath and said, “I suppose we better be making our way to the hideout.”
Azazel and Rarus exchanged worried frowns. Rarus said, “Kadeya’s right. It is a bit of a hike.”
Rarus led them to the shallow ford they had crossed several t
