They were both as bloody as if they'd been skinned. But if they were poisoned it was already too late, and if he didn't do some fine shooting it wouldn't matter anyway because the Indians would overrun them. He had never done anything to disturb her that he could remember. He was angry, but, even more, he seemed surprised.
He fixed a plate for Lorena and just grabbed a hunk of bacon for himself. Few could shoot well, and even fewer had any mind for strategy. He stood and listened to the flies buzz over them. Cholo was watching her to see if she was hurt.
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