Chapter Twenty-Four
Royal Gorge
The next day and a half became a montage of events and partial memories. A quilt stitched with bits and pieces of conversations and observances he barely managed to dredge up from his fevered brain. He was only able to make it through the hours due to several creative medicinal potions concocted by Thrasher, and infusion of strength that she regularly fed into him. How she was able to do it was lost to him, although recalled her doing something similar when he was recovering from being tortured by the Bloods after they’d overtaken . Without her, he would not have survived back then. Nor would he have been able to stay on a horse this time.
knew he was deathly ill, but didn’t question him about it. Worse, several of men appeared to come down with the sa
