It would have been impossible to sleep in any event: the caged zombie battered tirelessly at the door to its prison. At first, Gibbons had wanted to go straight to the reanimated corpse and examine him. But after Fox and Jett objected forcefully—and Jett threatened to knock her in the head if she tried—she finally agreed to let the zombie be. Not because she thought Jett would knock her unconscious. But because after about half an hour of watching the creature, she realized that if she got anywhere near it, it would have a very good chance of killing her. It wasn’t fast, and it was clumsy, but death seemed to have granted Finlay Maxwell an unholy strength. So they settled as far away from the thing as possible, and mostly to try and keep Jett’s mind (and, truth to tell, her own) off the horror trying to claw its way out of the cell, she asked about the one thing she was pretty sure Jett truly cared about. “Your stallion, he’s—well, remarkable is an understatement.
