Hargan and MacIntosh surveyed the ruin of the camp. Smoke and charred wood stung their nostrils and the cooling, roasted horse flesh made Hargan retch. He turned aside from MacIntosh and emptied his stomach. MacIntosh waited and shook his head at the dispirited rabble wandering the wreckage of the camp.
“Like being shelled by French 75"s,” Hargan said.
“Arrows loaded with dynamite,” MacIntosh said. “An old trick; I saw an American mercenary use it when I was workin" with Villa and Zapata. Like I told you Cap"n; these two Apaches are dangerous.”
MacIntosh expected action – they had to take the initiative from Jock – but Hargan seemed stunned by the attack.“Cap"n, it"s bad but it could"ve been worse. Six dead, some supplies lost, and I reckon maybe ten deserted.”
MacIntosh and the two Me
