“The ville is dead,” he continued. “Raid the armory and take every weapon. We ride tonight!”
“But your wounds…” a sec man said, frowning.
Baring his teeth, Hawk stood by a sheer effort of will. “Fuck them! I want both Gaza and those outlanders chilled by dawn!” he shot back angrily.
Miles away in the desert, Ryan and the rest of the companions steadily rode on into the night. Ahead of them lay endless miles. At the end of their journey, hopefully, they’d encounter the mysterious person who just might be the Trader.