‘Nah … Nah. I wanna go home. Don’t like this game.’
The leader stepped in and laid a placating hand on Mikey’s shoulder. ‘You will be going home, but not that way.’ He motioned to the pass. ‘Too difficult.’
But Mikey broke into a wail and stamped his feet.
The leader held him by the shoulders. ‘The sooner we start, the sooner you will be home. If you need to piss or s**t, now is the time.’
Mikey began wailing, then changed his mind. ‘I need to piss,’ he said flatly.
‘Three,’ the leader addressed the man with the ponytail. ‘Take him over there.’
Irenya froze. Ponytail was bringing Mikey toward her hiding place. While Mikey fumbled with his pants, Ponytail turned aside to take the reins of his horse. A stream of urine struck the undergrowth several metres away. Above her head, where th
