Chapter 15
Pasha tugged at the collar of his shirt. “Damn, it’s hot.” He felt perspiration pool under his armpits, before ebbing down the inside of his arms. His mind wandered briefly back to the cool hills of Russia, and imagined what it was like to stand in the cold water of a fast-moving stream.
He blinked himself back to the present and walked without complaint until they reached a crossroads. They had walked to the top of a small hill and stopped. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Antonio said. Pasha half expected him to make the sign of the cross.
Feldman stared. “Look at that,” lapsing into silence as he pointed.
The four men stopped and tried to take in the reality of what they were seeing. A series of hilltops zigzagged on top of the one before. It was an astonishing sight. The outlin
