“Not to overstate the case,” Shake said as they retrieved the prisoner’s weapon and led him back around the bend where Rea, Morey and the other BDF soldiers were trying to get things organized, “but I think you just saved my ass again. Thanks.”
“I had a feeling Castillo might try something shitty,” Mike said, “but I didn’t think he’d draw down on you. His ass is grass if he ever shows up again, and I’ll play lawnmower if nobody else will.”
Emmet Rea and Daven Morey were doing what they could with emergency first aid kits for the smuggler Shake shot and the wounded woman. “Both of your rounds hit him in the right cheek, Gunner. You damn near blew his ass off.” Daven Morey applied quick-clot to exit wounds above the man’s right hip and wound a pressure bandage over the bloody meat. The wou
