Chapter 23TETHERED TO THE RICH earth, the green foliage reluctantly released the afternoon heat as the sky dimmed. The humid blanket kept the sun-warmed air from slipping into the clear sky. The daily pattern of afternoon showers had not materialized. The sss rain was like a warm shower. Rather than a hindrance, it was a welcome relief for the special operations and the smaller BWC group.
Gaston took the same trail that the team had used last night to approach the ravine. García followed several meters behind him, with his Barrett sniper rifle gently cradled as if it were a newborn baby. To García, his rifle was the center of his life. Nothing was more important. He spent countless hours firing thousands of rounds of ammunition, cleaning, disassembling and reassembling, and sometimes just
