“Figure they were only here one night?”
“Yeah.”
“Looks like they had a mortar with ‘em.”
“Couple days old.”
I still have my steel pot on, and all of a sudden it is heavy. So is my ruck, and my feet hurt. I'm tired. I'd guess there is probably three hours of light left. There is a spot of the river visible from here and it's just where the rapids are. The water going over the rocks reminds me of spun-glass insulation, small windows of light. Nobody has said anything for five minutes or so. Bull taps his rifle with his ring a few times and we all turn his way at once. He stops, a s**t-eating grin on his face.
“Let's get the f**k going.” “We gonna call this in?”
“Not unless we can tell they're going the same way we are.” It almost feels good to be walking again. Pops trades positions wi
