Chapter 8
"Wakey wakey rise and shine boys…" A loud voice boomed as the large wooden door swung open.
Nate and Sterling both sat lay in the corner of the small room, neither man moved or even showed any sign of being awake.
"Ag nee jong… lyk my die twee is al klaar dood…" (Ag no man looks like these two are already dead) Johannes Venter said in Afrikaans as he walked up to Nate and kicked him lightly.
"Oh well less work for us then…" Wikus quipped as he followed his father into the room.
"Ja well you know he isn't going to be happy if they are…he wanted them to suffer remember."
"Not our fault…" Wikus said moving to kneel down beside Nate to determine if he was or was not dead.
"I would be very careful about your next move young man…" Nate whispered keeping his eyes closed. He had been watching the two as they came into the room through slit eyes, feigning unconsciousness, he immediately noticed that Wikus wore a revolver on his hip cowboy style with no clip and decided this was his chance. When the youngster knelt beside him and leaned over to determine if he was breathing or not Nate relived the young boy of his gun and now had it pressed to his side.
Wikus froze, feeling the press of the nuzzle of the gun.
"Is hy dood of nie…?" (Is he dead or not?) Johannes asked as he watched his son lean over the limp form of Nate Ford.
"If you asking if I am dead the answer is no, and if you make any sudden moves this one will be." Nate said as he sat up moving Wikus slightly to the side but keeping the gun pressed into his waist.
"Now just take out your own gun slowly and put it on the ground, we don't want anybody to get hurt do we?" Nate said softly seeing Sterling sit up next to him out of the corner of his eye. Once Johannes had complied he told him to move backwards until his back hit the wall and then to stay there.
Sterling scrambled forward once Johannes was a good distance from where he had place his gun and picked it up immediately levelling it at the big man as he moved to close the door.
"Jammer Pa…" (Sorry dad) Wikus said softly his eyes locking with his fathers.
"Moet jy nie warrie nie seun, hierdie twee is so goed soos dood…ek gaan daarvoor sorg…" (Don't you worry son, these two are as good as dead, I will see to that.)
"Now now…let's all just speak in English shall we." Nate said as he pushed himself up making sure the gun remained firmly in the young mans' side and ignoring the searing pain he felt from the movement. Once he was standing he indicated for Wikus to move to stand beside the older larger man.
"Now what?" Sterling asked coming to stand beside Nate.
"Now…he is going to tell us what we need to know in order to extricate ourselves from this sad situation." Nate said indicating Johannes.
Short one I know but more to come…