BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

"Rod," I not interestedly called his name.

My men are cleaning up the guns. Some of them are tying up Mr. Walson's men. I sat down on the chair and Rod, turned around to me.

"Yes?" he asked respectively.

"Let's go!" I ordered him.

Then Rod nodded at me. I looked at my men, that was having some food.

"Give him some food whenever he is hungry. Let him rest for the next few days. Then we would get the information that we needed ...