Mike Shaw and the others had set up an ambush along a frontage road paralleling I-80 near the University Avenue turnoff to Berkeley, based on information from a captured desperado. A band would be returning tonight to their encampment after several days of marauding in the Oakland Hills. The security chief thought from information secured before the prisoner died that this group might be the one who had attacked the camp a month ago. Jake hoped so.
He could just make out Luke’s team of three archers crouched in the drainage ditch beyond the row of cedar trees screening the horses from the frontage road. They were supposed to silently hit the mounted advance guards leading the band back to camp. The desperadoes would apparently be protecting a large horse-driven wagon laden with several da
