Chapter 25FIRELIGHT DANCED ON THE cave walls. Jim and Jago peered into a small area carved out of the main cave. A dozen boys and girls were kneeling and lying on the dirt floor, holding their hands out, begging them not to shoot.
‘Fleur, see if any of them need medical, and JP, interpret and cover her,’ said Neilly.
Brush and Cherry peered around the edge of another similar room where miners had dug with their picks over many years, hoping to hit a gold vein in the hard rock. Suddenly, rock chips flew off the entrance. ‘I’ll be damned,’ said Brush.
Oh, no, Glenda said to herself. She knew how Brush would understate things. Then, they heard a woman’s voice in Brush’s mic.
‘A lot of blood on your cheek, lover, but no serious, I think.’
Glenda’s cheeks turned red, and she clenched her j
