“They might just want us dead.” Charley held his position for a moment.
“We would be dead already if they wanted to kill us. Let’s go.” Phoebe nudged Charley forward.
He stepped out of the carriage onto the metal step and jumped down to the ground. Keeping his arms in the air, he turned back to help Phoebe down.
“Thank you for joining me with our gracious hosts.” The Golden Fox kept his hands in the air but could not resist a jab at their soldiers.
“Silence!” The middle-aged man poked the Golden Fox in the stomach with his rifle.
He stumbled back into the wheel of the carriage. “Okay, I get it. You’re the guy with the gun, and I should follow what you say.”
The French officer went to hit the Golden Fox with his rifle but held for a moment and then stepped back, holding his rifle at h
