Chapter 77
He taps my shoulder and points to a small hill covered in brush. High ground. A man and a woman sit next to each other among the tufts of dead grass, a small Coleman lantern between them. We head over. And that’s how we meet Tiberius and Cherrah. On the hill, a huge black man wearing a Hawaiian shirt over long underwear sits, forearms resting loosely on his knees. Next to him, a small Native American woman squints at us. She has a worn bowie knife in her hand. It looks like she’s used it plenty. “Howdy,” I call out. “What?” asks the woman. “You army f***s haven’t had enough? Come back for more?” Her big-a*s knife glints in the lantern light. Jack and I look at each other. How to respond to that? Then the big man puts his hand on the woman’s shoulder. In a booming voice, he says, “Man
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