Whiteboy was nearly in tears of joy. “More, Eg,” he pleaded. Egan squeezed another drop. The leech seemed to back out further. “Whut are you, Eg? A junkie? More. Please.” Egan squeezed, another drop fell then the bottle deflated empty. Egan tossed it over his shoulder, smiled, shrugged and left. The others stood silently around staring at Whiteboy and the leech, stifling their laughs. Cherry ran back to his perimeter spot, pulled his pants down and squatted. Then he snapped upward and looked back for leeches.
Alpha forded several wide though shallow streams on the move east. They crossed all without ropes. Each time they crossed they proceeded in similar manner to the crossing of the day before, sweeping, pausing, observing before entering the open space. Each time Brooks felt the maneuve
