Gravedigger
“By that time Johnston’s hearing had partially returned. They still had not caught up with Noa. When they came over the top of the ridge, they could see the village far below them. It was maybe large enough for several hundred people, had dozens of stone and mud houses, with a wall surrounding it. They were still an hour or more away, but the village of Zin had signs of life, even what looked possibly like electric lights.
Twenty minutes later they hiked around a bend in the trail to be met by t...hree muj carrying rifles. Derek and Johnston raised their hands over their heads. The RPGs were slung over their shoulders, the AK47s in their hands.
One of the muj said in English, “Are you Derek Stillwater and Jim Johnston?” It was heavily accented, but clear enough.
They admitted they were.
“Very good. Your friend told us you were coming. What happened to the people chasing them?”
“Most of them are dead,” Derek said. “Two of them got away.”
“Good. Follow us.”
They turned and walked away, seemingly trusting Derek and Johnston at their backs.MoreLess
Twenty minutes later they hiked around a bend in the trail to be met by t...hree muj carrying rifles. Derek and Johnston raised their hands over their heads. The RPGs were slung over their shoulders, the AK47s in their hands.
One of the muj said in English, “Are you Derek Stillwater and Jim Johnston?” It was heavily accented, but clear enough.
They admitted they were.
“Very good. Your friend told us you were coming. What happened to the people chasing them?”
“Most of them are dead,” Derek said. “Two of them got away.”
“Good. Follow us.”
They turned and walked away, seemingly trusting Derek and Johnston at their backs.MoreLess
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