CHAPTER SIXNo-Man’s Land: 1956
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Their guide ordered everyone to get down. He fished out an automatic firearm from among the straw. The headlight gaining on them belonged to a military vehicle. Of that he was certain. By its brightness he said he could tell it was a military cycle in hot pursuit. A lot more than 6 volts. And the light flashed on and off. The guide pounded on the cabin with the butt of his gun. “Give it gas, for the love of God.”
“What if it’s the undertaker’s car?” Attila heard himself blurt out.
“The boy’s right. The boy’s right,” Uncle Emerich said. His uncle was insistent. “It’ the Pobeda, I’m telling you. It’s got a cracked windshield and one bum light. I know because I busted it. It does that. It flashes on and off. It’s crazy.”
“You’re crazy,” the guide scoffed.
