It was dark by the time Karina applied the gel bandage to Tin Tin’s thigh. She tossed the gel spray bottle into the medical pack and sat back in the dirt.
“I need a drink.”
Liada reached for one of the water bottles they’d been refilling with boiled river water.
Karina waved it away. “I want a real drink.”
“What is real drink?” Liada asked.
“Firewater,” Kawalski said, “or some of that raisin wine we had the other night.”
Cateri said something to Liada.
Before Liada could answer, Hannibal spoke two words and pointed his chin toward the center of the camp.
“Back in five.” Cateri ran for her horse.
Kady checked Tin Tin’s blood pressure. “One-ten over seventy.”
“Good,” Karina said. “Almost up to normal.”
“She’s going to make it,” Lori whispered as she brushed the wet hair from Tin T
