The Carratian Permac had struck in the face moments ago exacted his revenge by punching him hard in the stomach before hauling him and Linsora away at gunpoint.
The Carratians cleared away the brush they’d thrown over the path—deliberately making it appear to be a dead end—and revealed a trail that soon forked into two possible directions.
Permac pursed his lips. Linsora’s instincts had been right. There was more to this trail, but the Carratians had covered it up.
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