Paul, if addressed directly by Alvarez, always answered, but he persistently ignored the renegade.

Such a being filled him with horror, and once, when Wyatt gave him a look of deadly hate, Paul shot back one of his own, fully a match for it.

But that was all.
Night came on fast.

The red sun shot down.

Darkness fell upon the forest, and swept up to the circling rim of the camp fire.