Chapter 6Steel laid flat against the wide branch, watching the road below with patient determination. He shimmied his way to the top of the tree just before dawn and settled there with his guns drawn and c****d. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, barely took a breath. They would come, and then they would be dead before they hit the ground. He knew this would be their route. Their tracks had followed a consistent line for the past three days and this would take them to the narrowest point of the river. Not that they would ever see the river.
He’d almost slaughtered them the night before, a mere breath away from ambushing the camp and slicing their throats open. But he had to be sure. He couldn’t do anything until he was one hundred percent certain, because this was one mistake he would not make
