Chapter 79
I CLIMBED out of the truck bed, groaning almost continuously at my bruises and scrapes. My unmoving right wrist felt like a club weighing down the end of my arm. The sunlight burned nails of pain into my head. I felt parched and tired and, despite the crowd chanting my name only moments before, very much alone.
Letting Reamer’s proclamation to declare me a czar succeed might have gotten me to bed faster. But it was the wrong thing to do.
And for as mistaken as he was about the idea of putting me in charge, that bastard Reamer was right about one thing. I will try to do what I think is the right thing.
Dammit.
The crowd slowly broke up into dozens of small conversations as people discussed what to do. The men who had been Woodward’s army stood in a cluster around Danny, with
