It was a somber evening that night by the campfire. Kawalski had come around while the others were taking care of Captain Sanders. He felt a lot of pain, but he shook his head when Autumn asked him if he wanted another shot of morphine.
“That stuff knocks me for a loop. I can live without it.”
Karina told Kawalski how the captain had been tortured to death.
“Damn it,” Kawalski said. “Now I’m glad we killed twenty of those nasty sons-of-bitches.”
“A couple hundred, you mean,” Karina said.
“I’m talking about me and Liada. Man, is she good with that bow. And when she ran out of arrows, she grabbed my rifle from the ground and used it for a club.”
“Yes,” Karina said, “after the battle, I helped retrieve her arrows. She was deadly.”
Fusilier took some MREs from the weapons container. “Wh
