Ravid remained in the trees until he saw the truck stop along the side of the road. Stepping out, he was greeted by another of his lieutenants. He climbed into the passenger seat and said nothing as his driver put the vehicle back into gear and drove off.
“How many have showed up?” Ravid asked.
It had been a couple of days since he sent his last message while he tried to find holes in Winter Moon’s patrols. After so much time in the woods, he was beginning to dislike his own smell. He needed a quick shower and change of clothes before he was ready to make decisions, but he could gather information and prepare.
“We got about two hundred over the border and another hundred ready to cross,” Waylon answered.
Ravid nodded. That was good. As frustrating as the slow pace was, they couldn’t
