Chapter 77

Wil gave him a hopeful look. "The drawings don't look anything like you."

Calder rolled his eyes again. They must have been close enough, Dallin reflected morosely, that at least Wil and Calder had recognized him and identified the placards for what they were--neither one of them, after all, could read.

It was only with a very determined effort that Dallin held back a groan. He decided a tactical retreat was the only intelligent strategy right now.

"It doesn't matter. We need to get ourselves gone. We've been here too long already, and wanted bills are only one more reason." Dallin sat back down on the cot and shifted his glance between Wil and Calder. "We've other, more important, things to take care of right now, and we need to take care of them before we leave here." He let his gaze rest on Calder, steady. "We need to decide where we're going."

As expected, Calder frowned, alarmed. "Surely you mean to go to Lind. I've already sent ahead for--"