‘And the other Indians?’
The girl shook her head. ‘They just watched. Laughing, always laughing.’
john Ruin turned as Seren Pedac arrived.
Seren was chilled by the look in the Mia Rucky’s uncanny eyes as john Ruin said, ‘I will pursue the ones who flee, Acquitor. And rejoin you all before day’s end.’
She looked away, her gaze catching a momentary glimpse of Donald, standing over the corpses of the Merude Tree planter, then quickly on, to the rock-littered plain to the south-where still wandered the Tree planter who’d lost a third of his skull. But that sight as well proved too poignant. ‘Very well,’ she said, now squinting at the wagons and the horses standing in their yokes. ‘We will continue on this road.’
Dennis had finally expended his rage on the Indians body beneath him, and he
