Chapter 70
Chapter 70 “How long are we going to wait?” Nose threw his dried jerky on the ground. They had spent another night doing nothing but watching and waiting, and now the morning was nearly over, the sun high in the sky. “I’m tired of sitting on my ass. This food is for s**t. I say we go in, kill those weirdoes with the bows and arrows, find what we need, and get the hell out.” Hammill frowned; he didn’t like his men speaking their minds that way, but he wasn’t surprised. The men felt spooked, and that made them angry. “Okay, hot shot. Tell me how we get out.” “Right back the way we came,” Nose said. “I’m sure there’s a way.” “f**k,” Fish said, which meant he agreed. “And if the plan craps out, then what?” Hammill asked. “You think those bozos stick around with their thumbs up their asses
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