Bone Walker: Book III Of The Anasazi Mysteries - Plot & Excerpts
His two dogs trotted at his heels. “Why did you let him go?” Catkin asked from where she crouched under the slanting roof. “He’ll tell everyone where we are.” “I let him go because it doesn’t matter who he tells.” Catkin frowned. “Why not?” “Because by now the White Moccasins know exactly where we are. Carved Splinter will have told them.” Catkin’s grip tightened on the hilt of her war club. They both knew the effect of torture. A man would shout out anything if his tormentor was cutting the flesh from his body and dropping it into a cooking pot before his eyes. Catkin whispered, “Then the White Moccasins may have been watching us for some time, probably from the south rim. Pigeontail’s visit here was just the final confirmation.” “Yes.” Browser nodded. “They will be here just after dusk. As soon as they can approach without being seen. They will want to make sure we don’t escape under the cover of darkness.” “What about Blue Corn’s warriors?”
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