the young man said, “all at once. Dozens of them. Mebbe hundreds. Just attacked without warning.” He wasn’t a sec man, but a local from the north half of the ville. One loyal to Miranda, it would seem, since he had come forward voluntarily. Ryan wasn’t sure that was wise, from the standpoint of continued survival. It seemed to him that the safest way to deal with Baron Miranda was not to be noticed by her. Admittedly, he might have been jaundiced by recent events. Then again, that was how it ran with most barons. Krysty gave his hand a squeeze. He sat on a chair, and she on a fancy footstool beside him in the parlor, where Miranda liked to hold audiences. Doc stood by the fireplace in his shirtsleeves, his bright blue eyes blinking as if he was befuddled. “So, what did they say attacked them again?” Perico asked. The witness shook his shock of brown hair. He was sturdily built, with the big callused hands of a craftsman.
