Chapter 21
Mac figured they’d hiked out for an hour to the first target. It took them two hours to get back to camp. He and Craig had changed places when they reached the main trail. The weight pulled on the front man’s shoulders harder. And Craig wasn’t a young man. A fit one, thank God, Mac thought. But he was probably 45 if he’d been in Desert Storm. Mac hoped he was as fit in another 15 years.
And they were lucky. The height difference wasn’t too great. Craig was a few inches taller, something Mac wasn’t used to.
The camp was silent.
Mac called a halt raising up one hand. And he turned to quiet them, but they’d already fallen silent. Or they were just too tired to talk, he thought.
“Wait,” he mouthed silently to Craig, who nodded. He bent over Scott to check his leg. And Mac slid
