Legs kicking, Nick dug his fingers at the rope around his neck while he struggled to breathe.
Todd pulled a knife from a sheath strapped to his leg, got up on his knees with one foot under him, ready to spring. From the periphery, he saw a flash of brown. He had the odd sensation of something hard cracking over his head. Tumbling forward, Todd’s graying vision saw Nick being dragged away and a branch falling near his face, broken in two. 8
Todd’s first instinct was to follow Nick’s trail, not wanting it to get cold. He’d recognized one of the men. The jerk called himself a sentry, but in reality, he was nothing more than a mercenary who worked for the highest bidder without care for what his quarry actually was. Realistically, Todd knew trailing Nick without provisions or a horse would be next to impossible.