CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
At the camp, Maria had dressed. Her hair was combed and, considering what she’d been through, she looked pretty good, although her right cheek was turning black and blue.
Jesus came back with Poet. He was tied to his horse and, although every movement sent pain to all the nerve ends in his body, he was trying to keep a poker face as he held onto the saddle horn.
Cory mounted and took the long reins of Poet's horse to lead it. Maria, Jesus, and Flynn gathered around as the two men got ready to ride out.
Flynn looked deep into Cory's eyes. "Cory, it's in your hands now and we’re counting on you. You know you can be there in four days. After you get our boy to the medical crew, come cross country and meet us at the village I told you about. We’ll wait for you there. Aft
