Goodie stood in the middle of their last campsite as Castor and Pol pulled blankets out of the surrounding wagons to make a bed for Armie. Everywhere she looked, she saw a dead, hacked body, and blood splattered everywhere.
“There were six of them,” Goodie said. “They got us alone off the road and then they shot the men dead and started killing everyone else with their long-knives. Armie shot one dead and knifed another, but got cut doing it. We had to run.”
“We got the other four,” Castor said.
Goodie looked at the bloody dead and said, “Good.”