XIII
ConvoyTime.
There seemed a lot of it in the darkness. The moon illuminated the road and bounced off the river while they waited in silence. The clarity it provided was a double-edged sword. They were as visible as their quarry. The roadblock was situated a few hundred feet beyond the sharp bend where the highway hooked around a cluster of tall pines. From the foothills of the Elk River Mountains, Hunter and the snipers had a clear view of the space between the bend and the rampart of vehicles constructed by Evans.
It had been a long time since Hunter had participated in an ambush like this. Not since the war, and back then the people under his command were trained professionals, not like this motley collection. Very few of them had any real weapons training. The majority were ordi
