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they overshoot that road? We need to be out of sight if possible.”
“Well, look there,” George said, pointing. “Dirt road. Goes around that mound.”
“Excellent,” Malcolm said, making the left turn. Jeb followed. The dirt road went back a little ways, then led around the back of the big mound. There was plenty of space to park, out of sight of the road.
“That looks like an easy way up to the ridge,” George said, pointing up at the side of the hill. “Can we be that lucky?”
“Hopefully,” Malcolm said, parking the jeep. He got out as Jeb pulled up next to him.
“Nice spot,” Jeb said. “I was getting worried.”
“Seriously,” Jackson said. “That the ridge up there?”
“It wasn’t where we went up originally,” George said. “But it may lead to where we were, or another good vantage point. We’ll see.”
“Should we wait until it’s all the way dark?” Earl asked.
“No, I think we ought to get up the back side of this hill now,” Malcolm said. “Then we can wait till sundown to set up if we need to.”
“We’ll have to be careful,” Jeb said. “There’s a moon out tonight.”
“Yeah,” George said. “These guys might be smart enough to watch the ridge.”
“Maybe,” Jeb said. “Some of the pajama boys are pretty stupid, though. Wonder who’s running this little operation of theirs?”
“Good question, Jeb. Let’s saddle up, guys,” Kurt said. The men started to get their equipment out.
“Too bad we don’t have your dog anymore,” Malcolm said to George.
“I know,” George said. “I miss Jackie. She would’ve been good to leave with the jeeps.”
“Maybe we should’ve brought Dobie,” Jeb said.
“Who’s Dobie?” Malcolm asked.
“One of our group. K-9 trainer. He’s got four Dobermans back at the park.”
“We needed to leave him home,” Kurt said. “To protect the park. Besides, Dobie’s not a rifle shot. He’s a lot better with a pistol. This is a sniper job.”
“True,” Jeb said.
The men were all heavily weighted down. Jackson and Earl had the mortars, along with their rifles. Jeb and Kurt had bows and rifles, and each carried a bag with mortar rounds and grenades. George had the M107 and OICW, in their cases, with a .270 slung over his shoulder. Malcolm had his crossbow, another .270 slung over his shoulder, and an M-16. They slowly made their way up the hill.
“We need a couple more guys, just to carry,” George said, chuckling. “This is pretty tough.”
“Yeah, but this part of the hill is easier than where we went up before,” Malcolm said. “That was steeper. Remember when I almost slipped?”
“Yeah,” George said. “I guess we aren’t getting any younger.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jeb said, grinning. “You doing okay, Kurt?”
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to get this bag of mortar rounds all the way up here. Still not a hundred percent after that last incident.”
“I’ll get it,” Jackson said. He went over to Kurt and picked it up.
“What other incident?” George asked.
“Kurt was gut shot in one of the battles back in Colorado,” Jeb said. “Talk about lucky. Bullet went through, didn’t hit any organs bad enough to do a lot of damage. The enemy’s using hardball ammo, mostly.”
“Who patched him up?” Malcolm asked.
“Mary, my wife,” Kurt said, sounding a little short of breath. “She’s a doctor.”
“Ah,” Malcolm said. “Good to have around.”
“I’ll say,” Kurt said. “Hey, my phone just buzzed.”
“Mine too,” Malcolm said.
“Yeah,” Jeb said.
“It’s the short range app kicking in. We must be close enough now,” Kurt said. “We’d better be quiet, in case they have any sentries posted up here.”
“That’s why we brought the bows,” Jeb whispered.
They continued the long climb up, in silence now, as the light grew dimmer. The sun was behind the mountains completely now, but there was still enough glow left to light their
“Well, look there,” George said, pointing. “Dirt road. Goes around that mound.”
“Excellent,” Malcolm said, making the left turn. Jeb followed. The dirt road went back a little ways, then led around the back of the big mound. There was plenty of space to park, out of sight of the road.
“That looks like an easy way up to the ridge,” George said, pointing up at the side of the hill. “Can we be that lucky?”
“Hopefully,” Malcolm said, parking the jeep. He got out as Jeb pulled up next to him.
“Nice spot,” Jeb said. “I was getting worried.”
“Seriously,” Jackson said. “That the ridge up there?”
“It wasn’t where we went up originally,” George said. “But it may lead to where we were, or another good vantage point. We’ll see.”
“Should we wait until it’s all the way dark?” Earl asked.
“No, I think we ought to get up the back side of this hill now,” Malcolm said. “Then we can wait till sundown to set up if we need to.”
“We’ll have to be careful,” Jeb said. “There’s a moon out tonight.”
“Yeah,” George said. “These guys might be smart enough to watch the ridge.”
“Maybe,” Jeb said. “Some of the pajama boys are pretty stupid, though. Wonder who’s running this little operation of theirs?”
“Good question, Jeb. Let’s saddle up, guys,” Kurt said. The men started to get their equipment out.
“Too bad we don’t have your dog anymore,” Malcolm said to George.
“I know,” George said. “I miss Jackie. She would’ve been good to leave with the jeeps.”
“Maybe we should’ve brought Dobie,” Jeb said.
“Who’s Dobie?” Malcolm asked.
“One of our group. K-9 trainer. He’s got four Dobermans back at the park.”
“We needed to leave him home,” Kurt said. “To protect the park. Besides, Dobie’s not a rifle shot. He’s a lot better with a pistol. This is a sniper job.”
“True,” Jeb said.
The men were all heavily weighted down. Jackson and Earl had the mortars, along with their rifles. Jeb and Kurt had bows and rifles, and each carried a bag with mortar rounds and grenades. George had the M107 and OICW, in their cases, with a .270 slung over his shoulder. Malcolm had his crossbow, another .270 slung over his shoulder, and an M-16. They slowly made their way up the hill.
“We need a couple more guys, just to carry,” George said, chuckling. “This is pretty tough.”
“Yeah, but this part of the hill is easier than where we went up before,” Malcolm said. “That was steeper. Remember when I almost slipped?”
“Yeah,” George said. “I guess we aren’t getting any younger.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jeb said, grinning. “You doing okay, Kurt?”
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to get this bag of mortar rounds all the way up here. Still not a hundred percent after that last incident.”
“I’ll get it,” Jackson said. He went over to Kurt and picked it up.
“What other incident?” George asked.
“Kurt was gut shot in one of the battles back in Colorado,” Jeb said. “Talk about lucky. Bullet went through, didn’t hit any organs bad enough to do a lot of damage. The enemy’s using hardball ammo, mostly.”
“Who patched him up?” Malcolm asked.
“Mary, my wife,” Kurt said, sounding a little short of breath. “She’s a doctor.”
“Ah,” Malcolm said. “Good to have around.”
“I’ll say,” Kurt said. “Hey, my phone just buzzed.”
“Mine too,” Malcolm said.
“Yeah,” Jeb said.
“It’s the short range app kicking in. We must be close enough now,” Kurt said. “We’d better be quiet, in case they have any sentries posted up here.”
“That’s why we brought the bows,” Jeb whispered.
They continued the long climb up, in silence now, as the light grew dimmer. The sun was behind the mountains completely now, but there was still enough glow left to light their
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