20.TOBEN CLOSED HIS eyes tightly, flattened his lips, and leaned forward, gripping his shoulder and slightly rocking back and forth. Black looked over his back and examined the injury. A smiled crossed his face.
“It’s a flesh wound. The bullet grazed you,” he whispered.
“Feels a lot worse than that,” Toben replied in a low tone.
“Trust me. The worst you’ll have is a scar,” Black whispered, peeping over the crate. “I think I know where he is. I’ll need you to distract him.”
“How?”
Next to Black was a small pile with hunks of chopped wood. He picked up a piece.
“You two are quiet!” Stokes hollered. “Did I hit one of you?” he followed with a laugh.
Black moved the index finger of the hand he was using to hold the piece of wood to his lips, signaling for Toben to remain quiet. Then he s
