I spun my head at my men. "Stay low." I crouched on the ground.
I slowly crept to the boulder before me. Peering over it, I caught sight of a carriage and a two horses. They rode along the brown path of the forest. The rider was a skinny grey haired man.
He halted as he approached a tree that was lumbered and dropped along the path. I knew what that meant. He was in trouble. Unsure of what the tree was doing on the path, he came down. Arriving it, about five men came out of the forest. They all held knifes.
"Don't move," one in brown said, pointing the knife at the man.
Scared, he threw his hands in the air and slowly went back. Foolishly, he turned around and took off. The robber who warned him tossed the knife at his back. It hit him and he dropped to the ground.
"Lord, robbers," Is
