dumping out what was left of my money on the counter. It came to six fouza and three louzi, no matter how many times I counted it. That wasnât enough to make it out of sight of Dustwalk, let alone to Izman. Even if I emptied the shop till and didnât get caught I wouldnât make it that far.
I needed a new plan. And I needed one soon.
The iron bell on the door rattled, giving me just enough warning to swipe up my pathetic collection of coins before Pama AlâYamin came in, herding her three boys.
The day wore on with painful slowness while I tried tothink my way out of Dustwalk. By late afternoon my chin was dipping to my chest as the heat tried to drag me down into sleep.
The sound of hoofbeats made me look up just in time to see a handful of soldiers clatter past. I scrambled up, my mouth dry. Tamid said the army was coming to deal with Deadshot. So what were they doing here? Had somebody told them about the Blue-Eyed Bandit and pointed them the way of the only girl in the desert who couldâve played the part?
A shape dove into the shop as fast as a shadow, plastering itself in the blind spot between the door and the window. I felt for the rifle Aunt Farrah kept below the counter. The man didnât come for me, though. He stayed so still, I thought he might have stopped breathing. Another horse rode past without looking in the direction of the shop.
I waited until it was clear before speaking. âFine day for hiding.â
He spun around. His badly wrapped sheema fell away from his face and I saw him clearly in the late afternoon light that leaked through the window. My heart did a strange little jump. The foreigner.
I schooled my face to look impassive. He gave me a smile that didnât match the tension in his shoulders. âJust needed to get out of the sun on a day like this.â His voice was sure and smooth, like I remembered from last night. There was no hint of recognition there, and I felt a flicker of disappointment.
âItâs not a big town, you know. Theyâre bound to look here sooner or later. Iâd guess sooner.â Another horse clattered past, then slowed, looping around. It came to a halt outside the shop, and the mounted soldier called something out. Two more horses came into view. A muscle in the foreignerâs jaw twitched. The knife at his side was the same one heâd taken off Dahmad last night. When heâd saved me, and Iâd left him to fend for himself. âYou might want to find a better hiding place.â
His hand was still playing with the hilt of the knife when he looked up, questioningly.
I stepped back, nodding to the gap below the counter. The soldier was dismounting now. In the second that his back was turned, the foreigner dashed across the short space between the door and the counter.
He vaulted over the counter and landed so close to me, I felt his shoulder brush mine before he ducked down below. I quickly adjusted myself so I was standing square in front of him a second before the soldiers entered. The first one stood in the doorway for a long moment, looking in every corner of the tiny place, the other two flanking him. Finally his scrutiny landed on me.
He was young. His hair was combed back more carefully than most soldiers, and he had a round face that made him look soft. But the gold sash across his uniform told me he was in command.
âAfternoon, sir,â I said in my best shopgirl voice. I was keenly aware of the foreigner below the counter, trying to quiet his breathing.
âCommander to you.â His hand twitched, and he turned the gesture into a straightening of his cuffs.
âCan I help you,
Commander
?â Iâd learned young to give the army false respect.
The two soldiers whoâd followed their commander took up position by the door. Like I might make a run for it. One of them was older and looked every inch a career soldier: stiff back, dark eyes straight ahead. The second one was