"Fine here."
"Nicked by a chunk of flying bark, nothing serious."
"We are unhurt."
Hoofbeats from the rear brought them alert again, but it was Degas galloping up, his gun drawn. He holstered it as he pulled his horse to a stop, looking disappointed. "I missed all the fun, huh?"
"I'm afraid so," Cortin said, smiling. "Bad guys zero, good guys seven."
"Eight," Odeon said. "I hit one when they started chasing me. I don't know if he's dead or just wounded, though."
Chang had come up and started checking the casualties; now she
reported. "Six dead, Captain, the other critically wounded."
"Can he be questioned?"
Chang frowned. "Perhaps, if you hurry. He is conscious, but will probably not survive more than a few minutes."
"I'll hurry—which one?"