Daniel decided to follow him, so he crossed the river, stepping carefully through the cold water. Just as he reached the far side, a big man, arms tied behind his back, stepped out in front of him. He was wearing a leather jacket, homespun trousers and leather boots. One of the boots swung up and caught him in the groin; he buckled over and fell to the ground. The big man kicked him again and then ran, across the river and made his way toward the falls. Daniel rolled on the ground in pain; it seemed an eternity before he could stand. When he did, he felt sore and weak. Slowly, he made his way back across the river, not knowing which way his attacker had gone. His groin and ribs ached, his mind was in a blur. How he wished he had stayed with Morgan as he had been told to do. It did not occu
