Father Pat had come up, noticed our posture, read the reason, and low crawled over to us. He gazed to the east, trying to see what we were observing.
A moment later, three men walked out of the tree line, about a mile east of our position. They moved abreast with one man in the front. The leader stopped, knelt down and examined the ground. All three had weapons, but even with the aid of the binoculars, Eddie couldn’t identify the type.
“They’re trying to track something,” Eddie said.
“Thanks to you, we didn’t come that way,” I said. “Maybe they are poachers looking for game.”
“What’s that?” Father Pat asked, as he pointed to the northeast.
Eddie and I looked to where Pat had pointed. A Jeep sped out of the tree line near where we had trekked past this meadow. The Jeep contained two me
