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Careful not to telegraph their position sufficiently long enough for a gunman who may, or may not, lay in waiting to get a bead on them, but long enough to take brief, furtive glances at the faux foliage across the river, Sarah ducked her head back behind the tree.
Sam shook his head. “I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?” Sarah asked.
“Stick your head out like that… you’re going to get it shot off.”
“I want to know if there is someone hiding in there,” Sarah explained.
“Let’s assume there is, and work on a plan of action,” Sam suggested.
“Have you got a ‘plan of action’?” Sarah asked.
“No,” Sam answered. “I thought perhaps we could work on one together.”
Sarah shrugged. “Why don’t you work on one, and I’ll keep sneaking peeks across the river?”
“Are you always this pig-hea
