“On my mark, we’ll charge.” The lanky sheriff checked the priming of his pistol. “Hopefully we’ll surprise them and avoid bloodshed, but don’t hesitate to defend yourselves.”
Landon turned to the waiting men and growled low. “Ready your weapons.”
Swords and sabers were drawn, pistols held at the ready.
A muffled scream pierced the night from deep within the warehouse. The men froze at the unexpected sound.
“That’s a woman’s scream!” Conal hissed to Landon in surprise.
Landon clenched his jaw, fury building in his chest. Gampo had gone too far this time. Their past skirmishes had consisted only of shots across the bow on open sea until Fynn was killed by falling spars. Everything had elevated since then; severely wounding young Billy and now abusing women. It stopped here and now.
“No
