Logan’s head pounded as he came to, his lungs burning. He moaned, on the verge of vomiting.
“Drink this,” Bernard said, pulling him up to sit and pressing a cup to his lips.
Logan won the struggle to get his lids open. He reached for the cup held by the blurred figure, but his hands were bound. At least they were in front and he could use them somewhat. He knocked away the cup and the liquid spilled. “No! What have you done?”
“Brought you home. This is our land now. Yours and mine. We will live as our people have lived for thousands of years.”
Dizziness made Logan’s head swim even as his vision cleared, but he recognized madness when he heard it, could almost taste it. “What in hell did you do to me, Bernard?”
“I tapped you with the butt of my gun. Sorry if I hit you too hard, but it
