Walker and Randall tossed their rucksacks beside the fire. The contents fell on the ground in disorder. When Walker dragged Peterson's pack to the campfire and dumped it, something round with a handle that curved around the object fell out. A second something dropped. This one bounced and tumbled toward the flames.
"FREEZE!" The bellow could have been heard in the valley on the other side of the mountain. Miles was crouched, his g*n extended in his right hand and supported by his left. They all heard the clicks as the cylinder rotated and the hammer snicked back into the fully c****d position.
"Over by the cliff," he ordered. "Hands on the wall, spread your feet wide ... DO IT NOW!" The harshness in Miles' voice left no room for argument.
With his training, Randall fell easily into the
