The supply column came through going south, pack animals moving at load pace, the relay pairs still on the flanks. Every animal carried what it had left camp with.
Batu watched from the road's edge until the rear guard passed and the open steppe behind it cleared.
The surface of the road still showed the morning's work. The grass on both sides was pressed flat in the places where riders had gone down, and the earth was churned where the fight had moved and changed direction.
Dust had settled back into all of it. Dozens of men had died on it.
The surviving riders from the two clans were assembled beyond where the fighting had ended, disarmed, sitting their horses in a loose body under Dasang's men. Their animals were spent, a night's ride and a morning of hard fighting behind them with no rest between.
