By God, Dead Weaver's brother had to know he's dead already. Had to know what we did to those Townsmen, too.
I dismounted to look for anything that might help me dig a large enough hole for all the dead. Wishing I'd brought that spade along at least. Until it dawned on me just how much up against time I had to be. Need some kind of defense, if we're going to have the slimmest shot at survival.
"What're you going to do?" Sarah said, her voice wavering.
"Bury them," I said, stirring the smoldering ashes of the wagon with a dead branch. Didn't mean the dead either. Maybe later we come back and bury what's left of these folk, if we lived.
