Biryuk

“An ewe like this—still running after you!” he barked, and when he straightened up, he kicked someone lying by his feet. A girl. Wet through to the skin, helplessly sprawled on the ground. She gave a barely audible cry from the blow, as if she was already barely alive.

“Please…” she rasped. “Don’t… You’ll be paid—”

“They’ll pay you—where else would they go?” the bastard sneered. I almost stepped in to fix that creep’s brains, when I heard the sound of scraping on stone from the right and above. Another big brute with a shotgun appeared on top of the nearest boulder. Contains profanity.