“That’s it,” she heard Ninefingers muttering. “By the fucking dead, that’s it. I’m done. I’m not moving another stride.” Ferro shook her head. “We need to make some distance while we still have light.” She snatched up her weapons from the dirt. “You call this light? Are you fucking crazy, woman?” “You know I am. Let’s go, pink.” And she poked him in the ribs with her wet boot.
