One of the men, a big man, started walking fast obliquely to Duane’s position. He was moving in a crouch and angling up the slope. Duane broke his cover and moved up, trying to intersect the big guy. This felt all wrong. He could now see the man approaching Heather had a funny-looking g*n. Duane was suddenly afraid for Heather.
He pulled his western style forty-five out and yelled at the big man, the Sheik, to stop. The man stopped but before Duane knew it, bullets were hitting around him. Then he saw the blood soaking his Levis as he fell to the meadow. He fired two desperate wild shots at the big man from the ground.
The Sheik headed straight for the chopper. Farasie would have to handle the man and woman. He would get the chopper started. Differing from Najma, he wouldn’t desert Faras
