He walked slowly beside the Amerindian, ready to offer a shoulder if needed. But his companion seemed able to walk on his own, albeit slowly. Again, Falcon was amazed at how much punishment the big man could absorb. He’d sat still while Falcon bound his new wound, but as soon as the job was done he went right back to business—scooping up the troll’s pistol and checking its action, then stashing it and his knife in his jumpsuit. When he got up to get moving again, Falcon had insisted on coming along. The Amerindian had protested, but not too hard. Since then, they’d walked maybe fifteen blocks, all through back alleys, heading into the heart of downtown.