Chapter One - Part 2

Magera and his men had been following Jack and Crystal’s trail ever since he lost sight of them three days past.

Here it was, morning of the fourth day, and he found himself wishing for his best tracker - again.

“Too much time has already been lost,” he grumbled under his breath. He knew it wouldn't help at all to goad this tracker. He couldn't help it if wasn’t as good as Seth.

He tried fixing his mind on the future. Why, just my commander's share of the bounty could buy me my own village; maybe I’ll just start one in a See-hole.

“I don’t care if they could be proven innocent,” he muttered. He knew Jack and Crystal would be dangerous enough: physically and in the arena of public opinion. Well, they can’t survive anyway. It was all beginning to leave a bad taste in his mouth.

“It really doesn’t matter now, does it.” He hated it when he talked out loud to himself. “Harvis,” he called out to the kneeling figure, “can you just get on with it?"

Harvis stood up. "Hard to track over these rocks, boss! Just wanted to be sure!"

Grunting, Magera rubbed his hands over the stubble of his shaved head. Maybe if we’re lucky, they won’t put up a fight.