“The one with the scarlet-feathered hat?”
“No. From what Chekwe’s told me, that"d be a mojo-man.”
“A mojo-man?”
“A wizard.”
Paul gulped.
“A wizard?”
“How powerful do you think goblin magic can be?” Hunter scoffed. “Forget him. But next to him. The big bugger. Tusks a foot long. Obsidian club. Fancy jade necklaces. Feathers tied in his hair.”
“Oh, yes. I see him.”
“It’s been nearly half an hour. When I tell you to shoot, you shoot that ugly monster. Then you reload as quick as you can. They’re going to come for us in a hurry. You shoot as many as you can. Two or three would be good. When they get close, I’ll take care of them. Just don’t shoot me or Chekwe, you hear?”
“Yes sir. I’m going to lie down though, sir. At this range I’ll shoot better prone.”
Paul lay prone, resting his c
