Chapter Fifteen
A New Deal
When The Turk awoke, he was lying in a large four poster bed. His head ached. Two black men, dressed in colorful, flowing shirts and khaki shorts, sat across from him, balancing automatic rifles on their laps. One of them saw that the Turk was awake. He nudged the other and then got up and left the room. The Turk’s head felt like he had been clobbered with a brick, which, of course it had. There was a large bump on the side. Turk touched it delicately as he tried to piece together where he was and what he was doing here. Slowly, it came back to him. The women had been strung up like sacrifices to an angry god. He had fought with a man, probably Stoner, himself. The natives had rushed in and all went black. “Cheryl!” he thought. What had happened to Cheryl? And
