Jack had ridden back to the Green Marauders and was waiting for the order to move forward when Grant trotted back to him.
“Taking out the runners was a good move. How did you know to do that?”
“Someone is always a messenger in any war. It"s always been like that.”
Grant regarded him. “Most of the wars here have been between small communities. They only war bigger I"ve heard about was over on the other continents, Partha, Landers, or Fallonland. Are you from one of those lands?”
“Some of my ancestors fled to Partha, or so the story goes.” Jack kept his face blank.
“Have you ever worked as a messenger?”
“Not when men were shooting at each other.”
“If the Mechs break through to Beltran, I want you to ride back and warn the people of Newton, Donaldson, and Riceburg. The people there wil
