“They cannot afford to have one of their own slain,” Hira mumbled under his breath. “They would have a hard time explaining the death to others on the estate they are from. That means that their task is hidden from even their own families.”
Nodding to himself, Hira let his arrow fly into the forest even though he had no target to aim at.
“I must keep them engaged until a friendly squad of soldiers happens down this road,” Hira said to himself.
Several arrows flew from the forest in answer to his, and Hira sheltered his head behind the large rock. At least two of the arrows hit the rock protecting him, verifying his evaluation of the skill of the bandit archers. The squad leader’s eyes rose to watch the darkening of the sky as he wondered what the odds were of an army coming along the road. The road to Chantise was a fairly busy road, but Khadorans did not care much for night travel. Most trips were planned to end before sunset.
Hira thought about his own plans to stop for the night, and he frowned when he remembered Netura. The Torak soldier would be returning at any moment, the squad leader realized. Suddenly, he knew why the bandits were waiting patiently. They must have seen Netura ride on ahead, and they wanted him eliminated. Hira’s head swiveled to look down the road. His eyes scanned the dimness of dusk as he searched for any sign of Netura. A lump formed in his throat when he saw Netura crawling slowly along the gully towards him.