“Atty, what do you see?” MaGrath softly insisted.He stroked her hand, hoping to keep her grounded enough to answer him.
“I...smell smoke.”Her voice was low and gravelly.
“Yes.Go on.”
“Smoke.”She blinked, but not to clear her vision.“Smoke.”
“Have the Bloods set fire to Bearinger?”
“Smoke,” she managed again to say.Before she could say more, she closed her eyes and rested her head on Fortune’s shoulder.She was asleep moments later.
“Do you think the Bloods torched the compound?” Fortune spoke out as MaGrath remounted and Mastin got them moving again.
“The bigger question is, are the Bloods still at Bearinger?Or have they moved on?” Del Ray voiced.He was riding in front of the wagon.
The questions were now being asked almost unendingly.How many had attacked the compound?How had they
