Chapter 19
Richard kept a steady pace, his legs doing the now familiar work like an automaton. Most of his bruises and wounds had healed, but he didn’t have any illusions about what would be inflicted upon him should he ever have to experience the hospitality of the Czechs.
The ruse of being former slave workers was flimsy at best, and he decided it was best not to test its credibility.
“There’s a checkpoint up ahead,” Katrina warned him and he brought the bicycle to a screeching halt. To both sides of the road lay flat lands as far as the eye reached. There was no way they could sidestep the checkpoint.
“We’ll have to take our chances,” he said sullenly.
“This was bound to happen,” Katrina replied. “We stick to our story of being Polish slave workers on our way home. The Soviets won’
