Jean strode behind him, carrying his rifle and an ax.

Silently the other men followed.

Blue turned to the left and led through the field until he came within sight of a dark line of trees.
"Thet's where the road turns off," he said to Jean.

"An' heah's the back of Coleman's place....

Wal, Jean, good luck!" Jean felt the grip of a steel-like hand, and in the darkness he caught the gleam of Blue's eyes.