"How?"

He roared the word and spun on Nan. He grabbed the front of her dress and shouted into her face. "How?"

"Men," she murmured. "Came. Dragged us out."

Her eyes closed. Her head lulled. He roared and shook her again. "Who? Who?"

"Ben. McGinty. And the Millers. Others." She broke off, fading again. With a snarl he grabbed her head and dove into her mind, fighting through gray phantoms, to the flash of her most recent memories. He saw seven men, mostly ...