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“De Langdon is not here.” Kennedy had watched the duel in silence. “De Langdon is not in the village.” He held his shoulder, where blood soaked through his tunic.
“We can ask one of the prisoners where he is,” MacKim said.
“We took no prisoners,” Kennedy said flatly. “We killed them all.”
Kennedy was correct. When MacKim looked around the village, only women and children stood among the Rangers.
“You’re wounded, sir,” MacKim said.
“Only slightly.” Kennedy removed his hand, allowing the bloodstain to spread.
“If you’re sure, sir.”
“Now we’ll have to find de Langdon,” Kennedy said.
“If you recall,” MacKim said as he cleaned his bayonet, “the trail split a few miles back. I’ll wager de Langdon took the other track.”
“Then we’ll follow him,” Kennedy said. “We’ll find what food we
