Chapter 7

He could have lost one man, two, maybe even three today. Fuck it all, you can’t ever afford to relax, not even for a minute. He was so mad, so relieved, and so shaken, it took all his will to climb onto the flatcar to ride back to the campsite. He knew he’d have the camp car to himself for the weekend since Ragulsky was heading home. Maybe that was a good thing, but then again, too much solitary time to think and worry and “what if” the whole incident might not be what he needed. A man could get too jumpy. That was as bad as being too lackadaisical.