Chapter 3

The man didn’t protest when he pulled the canteen away. “My thanks,” he said, though his voice was still coarse. He sank back onto the ground, his gaze darting upward to the manacles weighing his arms down. He sighed and promptly closed his eyes again. “Though perhaps it’s best if you go.”

“No, I can’t do that.” Alonzo leaned over to inspect the manacles. The chain was not thick, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it there. Dried blood lined the cuffs and colored the man’s palms. He had no doubt that if he didn’t get those off his wrists, an infection would set in. “We have a little time before we need to leave. It’ll give you a chance to catch your breath.”

“It’s your breath I fear for, Father.”