Larry’s warning caused the other men to shift around, check their weapons, and become more vigilant.
Larry, you fucker! I thought, as I watched him. In a couple of minutes, you’ll be dead. I promise you. You’re first on my list.
Steve thought the situation over. My angst and fear returned. I could feel my heart beat in my chest. My blood pressure teetered on the stroke point.
When I thought the assassins in the Jeep would dismount and look around, Father Pat appeared on the trail about 70 yards west of our kill zone. He must have snuck over there while Eddie and I focused on the killers. He was within view of the tracker, his dog, the men on the ground, and Steve in the Jeep.
“Hello!” Father Pat yelled at the men in an exaggerated brogue. “Are you lads looking for me?”
“Get that fuck
