A Daring Attack

As if the driver could take it no more, he promptly stopped the wagon on the side of the road.

He got down from the driver's seat, walked to the back of the wagon, and began to move some cargo aside.

His hands reached for the sack that contained Albert Ferron.

Untying the tightly secured knots, the driver carefully opened the sack, revealing Albert squinting in the dim light.

The chilly night air greeted Albert as he emerged from his confined space, and for a moment, he took a deep breath, stretching his limbs.

"Finally! I thought I would suffocate in there. Now, where are the rest of the wagons?" Albert asked, casting a gaze around him.

The driver, though frustrated maintained his composure and replied calmly. "I don't know, sir. We move separately. They are probably behind us."

"Is that so? Should we wait for them and move together?" Albert suggested.