Warriors stood opposite each other leaving a narrow path between the men brandishing war clubs in their upraised hands. Women stood amongst the men, a bizarre spectacle to the captives, the females also welding sticks and other sharp-edged objects.
"Run fast!" Falcon directed although none of the captives understood a word he said.
Shoving Guillaume forward, Maggie's husband staggered in an unsuccessful effort to maintain his balance, blood streaming from his head wound, sweat and blood blinding his eyes.
Scanning the group of natives, Guillaume searched for his wife a moment before being pummeled with clubs and the blunt end of hatchets.
Elderly women flogged him as hard as they were able with the sticks in their hands, unleashing their resentment and emotional pain on the man who had never harmed them.
Maggie grimaced, turning her head away from the scene. She simply couldn't watch as her husband was beaten.