Chapter 213

Dickson sent a second arrow flying and grinned wickedly. "Don't go over there. Let me practice my archery!" "Damn it!" Ryan's forehead broke into a nervous sweat as he cursed inwardly. If he didn't go out, the aboriginal man would be doomed. However, if he did go out, those men would try to find out where their camp was. "Stop!" In the end, Ryan couldn't stand idly by. The Aboriginals were still people, and they shouldn't be hunted down like other animals. Ryan had to stop this. Dickson jolted at the voice of another modern person and hastily set down the compound crossbow. Rich drew his dagger and was ready for anything. Ryan held a knife in one hand while the other rested on his hip where his revolver was holstered. Tension filled the air. People from modern society should be happy to see one another if they were stranded, yet they fell into silence and reached a standstill. To dispel hostility and prevent confrontation, Ryan spoke up. "Hello, I'm Ryan. Ryan Quinn