Chapter Twenty
It was almost midnight when Sarge’s helmet crackled to life.
“Hey, Sarge. You awake?”
“Yeah, Apache. What’s up?”
“We need a couple of pack horses.”
“Good grief, I might have known.”
He glanced around at the other soldiers; they were all asleep, except for Sparks and Lojab, who were on guard duty. Sarge stood, swung his rifle over his shoulder, and started toward the horses.
“I’ll go,” Sparks said. He’d heard their conversation on the comm.
“You sure?” Sarge asked.
“Yeah, anything is better than guard duty. You get some sleep, and I’ll go pack the ladies’ loot.”
“All right. Thanks.”
“Sparks,” Lori said on the comm, “you’re so sweet.”
“No, just bored. I’ll be there in ten.”
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The seven women were up half the night, chatting about their treasures
