Terrence stood in shock looking at the bodies around him. Then sense reasserted itself and he knelt down to find a pulse in Roger’s neck. Relieved to have found the pulse, Terrence stood and went into the stall that had held the big sentinel.

A quick check told him that Caleb was dead, and Terrence ignored the body to check on the sentinel.

The big sentinel was unconscious and hanging from the bars by his bound hands. Removing the key from his pocket, Caleb released the sentinel’s hands then his feet and laid the sentinel on the straw covered ground. Terrence frowned when he noticed that the sentinel’s left shoulder appeared to be dislocated. Terrence took the time to replace the sentinel’s pants that were bunched at his ankles, and then left the stall locking it behind him to go and get his resident doctor. He checked first to see that the psychic girl was still awake staring intently at him with her dark eyes. Terrence wouldn’t admit that there was touch of fear in his heart.

“My employer isn’t going to be happy about this. He didn’t want you bonded to the sentinel.” Terrence told her.

“Mine.” She said.

Terrence nodded at that and left to retrieve the doctor.

When they came back, the sentinel was still out and the young psychic girl was seated cross-legged on the ground humming a wordless tune. The doctor, Henry Jieter, walked into the stall that held the sentinel with Terrence and two of his ranch hands with him just in case the sentinel awoke.

Dr. Jieter fixed the sentinel’s shoulder putting it back in place then bound the arm to the sentinel’s chest to allow the muscles and tendons to heal. Then a quick check told him there was nothing else wrong with the sentinel.

“I suspect its backlash. She used the channel between them to kill Caleb with her mind. By doing that she forcefully opened that small channel wider forcibly bonding him to her.” The doctor told him.

“What a waste. Any competent guide could have bonded to this sentinel without wasting a powerful psychic. The mental shock of the