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Harry and Patrick scrambled up the riverbank, carrying their catch and fishing tackle. Totally ignoring Morgan and his men, they walked to Harry’s horse and started repacking their saddlebags, Patrick on the near side closest to Morgan, while Harry casually walked to the far side of his mount.
Patrick removed the newspaper lining his side of the saddle bag and passed it across the horse’s rump to Harry, suggesting that he wrap their fish in it to keep the flies away. While Patrick placed their fishing tackle and remaining bait into his side of the saddlebag, Harry made a fuss of carefully wrapping their catch. Patrick slowly turned to face Morgan, then rested against the flank of Harry’s horse.
‘So who the hell are you two and what was that smart-arse remark all about; about blood be
