Chapter 56

Joe closed his eyes.

Christophe.

But the shot never came, and when Joe opened his eyes, the guard was gone. In a state of shock, he looked around.

Whimpers. Cries. Men were hurt. Some were dead.

In the distance, he heard angry voices.

More guards were coming.

Joe stared down at his ax in the snow. He’d dropped it. Nearby, Bishop lay on his side, his bloodied head crushed against a tree stump. His eyes stared blankly at Joe.

Joe retched and covered the snow with the morning’s porridge.

“Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.” A man stood amidst the bodies and limbs, moaning.

Something called Joe back to the world, and he knelt, and then with effort, rose up. Standing, he looked around for a sane face.

“Hey, you, Vega,” a voice whispered, somewhere in the trees. “Come with us.” Joe recognized the two faces in the trees. Inmates. They were running. “Hurry,’’ one of the men urged him. “Before they send more guards.”