grass and weeds. He shook it to make sure the shells were well padded now and tucked it away in one of the large pockets in his pants for the next reload.
When darkness came, it was almost total but the moon rose early this evening and in another hour he would be able to see. He wasn't through with the four men who had ambushed him. One had been dealt with--three remained. His eyes roamed over the terrain as he sat cross-legged in the deepening shadow. Detached, his fury rigidly controlled, he waited silently.
An hour later he stood, careful to keep below the level of the boulders while he worked the kinks out. Circling around to the west before moving back north, he slipped back to the game trail the ambushers had been using.
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Moving cautiously along the trail, Gunnery Sergeant Walke
