Chapter 86
He made a half turn to the right and worked his way out of the dense growth of trees into an open area--probably an old burn off--that seemed to lead down to the stream. He let the sling to his AR-15 rifle slip off his shoulder. The weapon was the civilian version of the Army's M-16, a comfortable old friend to the retired officer. His right hand found the pistol grip and his left slid into position on the barrel's hand guard, the movement fluid and natural from years of experience with the weapon. Holding the rifle at a forty-five degree angle across his chest, he looked briefly up the slope to his left. Seeing nothing of any interest up that way, his head swiveled around to check his right front. He froze, his attention attracted by movement. Kehoe saw a man bending over in the brush,
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