The biggest band in the trail came from Gideon’s bare and mangled foot. He’d obviously dragged it along, bones shattered in his ankle, blood dripping down a calf muscle that looked like it had been scored with a rake. Oddly enough, his other shoe was still on, but questioning Gideon as to why he was half-shod was impossible. He was unconscious and had been ever since showing up. His clothes were torn, evidence of whatever struggle had caused all this, and Jesse watched Hal tear away the rest of the shirt to reveal deep bruising and gouges in the muscled chest. A crossbow bolt, broken off, was still buried in his right side, and his fingernails were crusted in blood and black, the knuckles torn and enflamed.