“One of them was the one responsible for that?” Dace asked, nodding at George’s scar.
“No,” George replied with a deep breath. “Something far more heinous in my way of thinking.” She then projected what she’d seen from the girl’s memory into the minds of the men around the fire.
Rex spit the coffee he’d just gulped into the fire. “A just end for a heinous deed in my way of thinking, ma’am, and I’d ask no apologies for it from you.”
Dace picked up George’s cup and sniffed it. “You have the recipe for the gentling potion? Wherever did you find the damned toads?”
“Some of the sugar growers in Louisiana have brought them up from the southern continent to rid their fields of the cane beetles,” Eli replied. “Are you fellas in need of a supply?”
“One only need drink the gentling potion for a
