were tied to a bush. Gavinâs horse had pulled free. He peered into the woods and tried to hear voices. The perspiration beaded up on his forehead.
There. A womanâs voice, light and snatched away on the breeze. Mike tied Gavinâs horse and his own to a sapling, then plunged into the woods.
âFi! Gavin!â he called. âWhere are you?â
He stopped and leaned again a birch tree to listen.
âDa! Weâre over here!â
Thank the saints . Mike jogged in the direction of Gavinâs voice. The branches whipped back and slapped him in the face. There was no path through here but now he could see bushes bent and broken along the way.
He saw them in the clearing. Two figures. His throat tightened.
There should be three figures.
Fiona stood next to Gavin, her hand over her mouth. Declan lay on the ground, his eyes blinking up at the sky.
âWhat happened?â Mike said as he reached them. He knelt by Declan and touched his hand. Declan turned to look at him. It was then Mike saw the blood-drenched rag held against Declanâs chest. âJaysus! What happened?â
âTwo blokes,â Declan wheezed, closing his eyes.
âWhere? In the woods?â
Declanâs face whitened and he nodded.
âWe need to get him back to the wagon,â Fiona said.
Mike braced himself against a tree for leverage and pulled Declan into his arms. Gavin helped lift from underneath until Mike had a decent grip.
âJust clear the way for me,â Mike grunted. Fiona bent back the bushes in front of him.
âHe said he got turned around,â Gavin said. âThe bastards must have watched him go in the woods. They hit him, then went frigginâ mental when he didnât have anything of value on him.â
Mike focused on getting Declan out of the woods without dropping him.
âTookâ¦took me sgian-dubh ,â Declan gasped. âThe one you gave me, Mike. I tried toâ¦I tried toâ¦â
âHe tried to get it back,â Fiona said briskly. âSo they used it on him.â She glanced at Mike but her eyes went to her husbandâs wound.
God! Were they in the woods this far?
âIâll get the horses,â Gavin said as he sprinted away.
Mikeâs arms were screaming from Declanâs weight. The last thing he wanted to do was fall to his knees but he wasnât entirely sure he could make it all the way to the road.
âStop and rest, Mike,â Fiona said.
âJust clear me a path,â he panted, his sweat cooling on his skin, his legs on fire with every step.
Up ahead he saw Gavin mounted up. He heard the sound of rain hitting the forest treetops but none had yet to fall on them.
âWeâre there, Mike,â Fiona said, putting her hands under Declanâs body. Even that little help made a difference and Mike knew he had the strength to make it the rest of the way.
âIâm so sorry, Mike,â Declan said, tears beginning to stream down his face. âSo, so sorry.â
Gavin rode into the ditch and through the first line of trees. Mike felt him grab Declan under his arms and pull him slowly into his lap on the horse while Fiona pushed. Declan groaned. The sudden loss of weight on his arms made Mike stumble and he put a hand out to steady himself against Gavinâs horse.
âYe got âim, Gav?â he asked breathlessly.
âAye, good and solid. Meet you at the wagons.â Gavin turned his horse down the road. By the time Mike emerged from the woods Fiona was already mounted and trotting after them.
Mike looked around, wondering if the blackguards whoâd stabbed Dec were still around. The road was silent except for the fading clip-clop of Gavin and Fionaâs horses and the patter of the rain on the road.
While he hadnât had time to get a close look at Declanâs injuries, he could tell by the amount of blood down the front of him that it wasnât good.
Not good at
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