When everyone woke up, they went about their regular routine. Palmer and Osterlund had taken to wearing a twelve-inch machete, just in case they ran across Murdock. Preston Freeman, being testy at his defeat at the hands of Murdock for a second time, spent most of his time pushing people out of his way or yelling at someone. This morning, as he knelt down to get some water on his face, he felt the point of a machete in his back.
“It would seem that things have been reversed,” Palmer whispered in his ear from behind.
“You’re making a big mistake,” Freeman fumed quietly. “My men will eat you alive!”
“Really?” Palmer asked as he backed away.
Feeling the machete withdraw, Freeman stood and faced Palmer. He saw that Alvin Jones, Ted Wagner, Jackson Hornsby, and Nels Osterlund were standing
