CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
At least a dozen warriors, with possibly more lurking amongst the trees, moved forward like whispers in the fog, silent and alert. Reece pulled off his mask and looked askance at Destry whose grin was causing the anger to boil.
“You’d better unbuckle your gun, Reecie, these boys don’t take kindly to their blessed sites being violated.”
“No one’s done more of that than you, Destry.”
“Well, I’m not thinking these boys will look at it that way. They’re my friends, you see, and, after all, it was you who was there when the earthquake struck. Maybe they think it was you who caused it and broke their little shrine.” He cackled and turned to beckon the chief warrior to move forward.
The chief approached. A tall superbly muscled individual, his face a blank canvas, no expres
