On the shore, far behind the foam in the boat’s wake, Bart lay in the fetal position, battered, bruised, and softly whimpering. He soaked up the mud, a survivor of Angus’s fury. Bart was lucky to be alive. But he felt awful and betrayed. Angus had beaten him before, but that was Bart’s fault. He felt Angus had beaten him out of pure frustration and unjust reasons. Gone was the respect he held for his boss. In its place was a heart filled with vengeance and anger.
Charles and Roger stood nervously by. They were afraid to intervene, knowing they could be next. If they were lucky, Angus would release all his wrath quickly and without serious injury to Bart. Now they had the job of fixing up their fallen comrade.
Angus felt surprisingly well. Yes, he was out in the middle of nowhere, but everything would work out. He could think, and that was important. Earlier, his mind had clouded with rage and all he wanted to do was lash out. Once the surge passed, he could plan their escape from the jungle.
“Pick him up, boys, we have traveling to do.”
Yes, Angus felt much better, and he was happy to have his precious cargo. Not just because of the gold he was bringing to Wamena but because of the assortment of knives and guns concealed inside.
Jeffrey W. Bennett, is the author of Commitment-A Novel and other non-fiction books, novels and periodicals. See www.redbikepublishing.com for more information