Knife in hand, Auguste threw himself at Raoul.
Raoul's pistol was out. His dark eyes gleamed with triumph as he pointed the muzzle at Auguste's chest.
He was hoping I would attack him, Auguste realized, knowing he would never reach Raoul before the pistol went off.
A sudden movement to his side caught his eye. In a glance he saw Eli Greenglove swinging a rifle butt at his head.
10
Dispossessed
Auguste woke.
He was in a room he had never seen before. A plain black cross hung high on one white plaster wall. He lay on a bed with a straw-filled mattress, on top of the quilt. He wasn't wearing his coat. Or his pale eyes' boots.
Pain throbbed in his head, and with each pulse his vision momentarily blurred.