Snow was coming in rapid, thick squalls that obscured their quarry. The Lieutenant seemed to be further away each time he appeared, forcing Robert and his men to run as fast as they could in the snow.

  “That’s one scared rabbit,” one man exclaimed as they ran.

  “How the hell can he be so fast?” a

  Robert remained silent as he tried to understand the situation. Pace was obviously being used by the Robber King, but what was the King planning? It had to be something that would cripple the battle survivors and bring about more death on the island.

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  “He’s heading for the prison camp,” one man pointed into the storm. “We should be close to the field.”

  Understanding came to Robert with a flash of awful clarity. “He’s going to the warehouse. He’s going to destroy the supplies.”

  Robert’s words silenced the men as the enormity of Lieutenant Pace’s vengeance came home to each of them. Despite the words of last night, the men had still kept hope for survival and they felt the hope ripped away, renewing their anger.

  Emotion made them run faster and in moments they burst from the trees into the glory of the storm, a pale blue dot of the Lieutenant ahead.