Chapter 27Adam was taken back toward the ranch by Stone’s man, the two shooters remaining behind in case of any other escapees. When he reached the rest of Stone’s men, Adam was pulled off his horse and shoved in front of Stone.
Stone’s eyes were gray, cold, and flat. A frisson of fear skittered down Adam’s spine as he looked into them, but he tilted his chin defiantly. “You may have me, but you still don’t have the statue,” he said.
“You didn’t have it. Neither did the Indian. So it’s still in the house.” Stone turned away from Adam. “Come here.”
Adam couldn’t see who he commanded, but when he did, his blood ran cold.
An automaton marched stiffly forward, a semi-conscious Mecatl in its embrace. His friend’s back was against its chest, and the automaton’s arms wrapped around him, holdi
