Fredrick’s POV
“What do you mean he killed three of you, Bert?!” I slammed my hand down, still not believing the link my subordinate sent me when they turned tail from destroying June’s supplies.
“We didn’t expect him to have that horse from the Ranger we killed! The old man, Claud, was set to send it for glue!” Bert was in front of me cowered with the other two, half of their squad now dead and rotting out in the sun.
I grabbed my head with the migraine they were giving me, trying not to get riled up and kill the last of them. “Did you at least wait around to burry them?”
“W-what?” He stammered.
I glared at him, not liking to repeat myself. “Did you or did you not bury our dead?!” I all but yelled at them.
“Nn-no.” He finally got out. I stood up quickly and jumped over the desk, sc
