“He – he was in my unit. Well, not my unit. Dean was the LT, but I was in it with Jim. And with Tiegert.”
“Tiegert?”
“Yeah.” His voice was soft. “Billy Tiegert.”
He stopped again. She was suddenly very aware of the tension in his whole body, the prairie distance in his gray eyes. Whatever had happened, it was obviously something that Chris didn’t talk about easily.
Maybe he doesn’t talk about it at all.
“He was an experienced Ranger, but he was new to Afghanistan. Tiegert had done all his tours in Iraq, and the man had raided compounds and protected Embassy workers and generally kicked ass all over the place, wherever he was asked to go.” Chris sighed. “And he was a nice guy. You know? Like, the kind of guy who’d hand you his shirt and shoes if he thought you needed them. No questions
