Low voices reached their ears as they entered the wooden barricade. Voices that were so low it was impossible to make out their words. Gretjen scanned the faces of the warriors but couldn't spot Strong Oak, although she assumed he would be among the number surrounding them.

Shoulders straight, his chiseled jaw set in determination, Chief Red Hawk strode toward John, tossing the scalps onto the table.

"This should satisfy your thirst for blood," the chief snarled ...