Chapter 13

The apparent leader of the forest service crew looked around. “Has the border patrol gotten here yet? Somebody called them, didn’t they? I just want these guys off my hands, without any chance of them getting away. The filthy bastards like to torched sixteen of our brothers down there. If I had my choice, I’d shoot them all right now.”

From the way one of the prisoners went pale and darted anxious glances among his captors, Blaine was sure he understood at least some English. The others cowered beside the one who was the apparent leader. Blaine decided to give them something else to think about.

“We don’t even know if they made it, yet. A chopper just took off to see if they can help bring the crew out. Even if they’re okay, killing would be too good for this scum, especially if it’s quick and not too painful. They deserve some torture, too.”