Chapter 13

The other man lay curled in a near fetal position, his back against the right front wheel. There was blood, but not as much as Adam had dreaded. Still, the light revealed Mike’s face was battered and swelling, red and purple bruises covering most of the exposed skin. His lip was split and one eye was swelling near-shut.

“I got his knife,” he said, the words barely audible and distorted by some loose teeth and the split and swollen lips. “I busted it, and one of their bully clubs, but there was too many of them. If you hadn’t got here when you did…”

With Adam’s help, Mike managed to get up, only to sag back to lean against the fender and gasp for breath. “May have a broken rib or two. Can’t tell yet. Hurts like hell.”

“I’m running you in to the clinic. You’re pretty badly banged up. Need to be checked for concussion and maybe internal injuries.” He took Mike’s arm to lead him back to the pickup.