Nick wasted no time disarming the man. He nudged the other man’s rifle to the side with his foot. Looking around at the others, Nick said softly, “I’m trained as a doctor. That man’s wound is serious, and I can stop the bleeding.”
“Leave him,” the woman snapped. “They’ve been tracking us and picking us off for two days. We’ve got three wounded and have buried two more because of them. We have children they’re shooting at.”
“You all need to be put down.” The wounded man struggled to get up as he talked.
Todd nodded at the man carrying rope. “Can you take care of this one?”
“Of course,” the man said and smiled. Todd got a better look at him. He was barely more than a kid. Todd wondered if he was even the required age, twenty-two, to be released from a slave village.
“What’s your name, kid?” Todd asked.
Todd held the captive tightly until Kells had him tied securely, then shoved him to the ground. While they did that, Nick knelt beside the other man. He reached out and tried to move the man’s clothes away, saying softly, “I need a better look at this.”
The man shoved Nick’s hands away and scrabbled for his gun. Nick pushed it farther out of the way, and the woman retrieved it. “Get your hands off me! You’re the one who caused this,” the man snapped.
“I…you’re bleeding,” Nick insisted. He looked up at Todd, exasperation all over his face. More struggling from the man drew Nick’s attention back to him. “No, don’t do that!” The man grabbed Nick’s knife and yanked it out of his shoulder, screaming through clenched teeth.
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