CHAPTER 35 “Damned if I know.”
Bowie hugged the ground, expecting more shafts to fly.
The others had followed his lead, laying as flat as possible. But while Mariette and Sam were slim enough to be almost invisible, Andre’s great girth presented an easy target.
For long seconds, no one moved. Bowie strained to catch the slightest sounds from the surrounding fields. He heard only the nervous breathing of the horses and the steady gurgle of the creek.
He fought to make sense of the situation. This was not the Karankawa way of fighting. Those painted savages came straight at you, spears held high, screaming to curdle the blood. The Kronks in this area were said to be behaving strangely, but a complete shift in battle tactics was unthinkable.
Likewise, he was baffled by the peculiar shaft
