Chapter Thirteen
The Rescue
They rose before dawn to resume their tracking of the Blood army and its prisoners.MaGrath opted to drive the little wagon.Atty sat next to him, lost within herself but not sensing anything since the incident last night.By tacit, mutual agreement, neither one brought up the details, except for the one time when the physician leaned over and asked, “How is Yulen doing?”She answered him with a silent shake of her head.
Around noontime Mastin came to see if the men should stop to eat.“The horses need watering,” he told her.
“There’s a small creek running parallel to us,” Fortune volunteered.“About twenty or so yards in that direction,” he added, pointing.
“Make it brief,” Atty said in a low voice.
The men quickly dismounted.MaGrath climbed down from the seat
