The man took another step. With the next step the man would pass him by. Sam pointed carefully at the now-invisible shadow and waited for the next flash of lightning.
'Drop the gun,' he screamed as lightning surged in a series of pulses that lit the jungle.
The man started firing above Sam, bullets chopping the foliage and spewing indifferent death. Sam put a single bul let in the shooter's shoulder, dropping him, then rolled and charged, knocking the automatic away. Sitting on the man with one knee on the good shoulder and one knee on the mangled side, he caused the man excruciating pain to the point he was screaming with near incoherence. He released the pressure.
'Tell me about your leader. Girard? Gaudet?' This was not Gaudet. Gaudet would have fled by now, and this man seemed taller than their best descriptions indicated.
'Girard. No Gaudet,' he said in broken English.
'Tell me about him.'
'Six eyes. Nervous like a cat.'
'Did he watch you do the women in the little village?'
'He watched. But the others did the women. Not me.'
'Is he in this jungle?'
'Yes.'
Suddenly something gripped Sam's chest.
'Where did he go?'
'I don't know.'
Sam prayed that Yodo was with Grady.
'GPS? Map? Electronic?' Sam said.
The man nodded and Sam pulled the man's packsack out from underneath him. Inside was a handheld GPS.
'Girard?' Sam asked, sticking the small electronic map in front of the man's face.
The man didn't answer.
Sam pointed his pistol at his nose. 'Girard?'
The man shrugged. 'I don't know.'
Chapter 7
Fear in the night is gone with a single torch; fear in the day must be pushed out like dirt from the badger's bur row.
Grady walked behind Michael Bowden, who lay on the travois dragged by Yodo. Periodically he called out the name Marita, no doubt the woman they had buried in the jungle before they left. They had finally told him she was dead. Since then, he had been very quiet. Early morning light barely made its way to the forest floor but she welcomed it, as the night had seemed a harbinger of terrors too numerous to count.
They were headed for the trail that ran from Herrera to Santa Jose on the Galvez. Javier led the small party.
As she walked through the dripping green forest, Grady fantasized about a simple room with a chair, a bed, a shower, and an air conditioner. She wore lightweight nylon-polyester jungle pants and a shirt like every other yuppie who went to the Amazon. The clothes dried fast and afforded UV protec tion-it was space-age stuff. On her back she carried a pack bulging with Yodo's things so that he could remain as unburdened as possible for the task of dragging the crude stretcher. It seemed that Michael was nearly delirious from the morphine, but when he wasn't pumped full of the painkiller, his suffering (albeit silent) was so great that they hastened to remedicate him. Even so, he frequently asked Grady if she was all right and if she was tolerating the jungle. Once he explained that she needed to be wary of snakes and spiders, as if it might not have occurred to her.
Grady now carried a gun and was prepared to use it.
Occasionally she could see the sky and she noticed black bottoms to the clouds. They passed a large snake curled around the lower branches of a tree. It spit a forked tongue in their direction, seeming to wish death on all who passed by. A giant scorpion, surely the mother of all bugs, crunched under her boot, and nearby a foot-long insect sat like a skele ton in a morgue.
Michael's wounds were bad, but his essential character came through, and Grady found him even more appealing than she had in his books. He was intelligent, sensitive, and handsome to boot. He spoke sincerely, absolutely without guile, a rarity in Grady's experience. His constant concern for her safety won her over completely.
When they finally made the trail, it was a tunnel in the green, in places six feet wide and obviously the beneficiary of regular machete hacking. This made it a more logical place to make an ambush. That caused new worries.
Then it got much worse.
They heard something large, maybe man-size, moving through the jungle. They stopped and it stopped. At this point Grady could see only a few feet into the heavy foliage. The mosquitoes were fierce and distracting. As they waited and watched, the gun became heavy in her hand.
'Let's keep moving,' Yodo said. At the same time he sig naled for Grady to get down. She squatted. He signaled for her to move back so she duckwalked back down the trail, careful to make no noise. She wasn't sure what Yodo had in mind, but she assumed he wanted them to spread out for a reason. Perhaps it was a more effective way to fight with guns.
They all aimed their firearms, waiting for something to emerge. Silence. The gun grew heavier in her hand.
'Send her ahead, not behind,' Bowden whispered. Then he looked at Grady. 'Down the trail to the Matses.'
Yodo was now signaling for her to come ahead, so she re versed and, in response to Yodo's waves, went past Michael Bowden, who touched her hand.
'Get out of here,' he whispered.
She nodded without knowing why. She had no desire to head out by herself even on a trail, but Yodo seemed adamant and Sam would bust a gut if she rebelled against the leadership. Sam's lectures had had an effect. She kept moving. Down the way about fifty feet or so, the trail took a small bend. As she went around it, she knew the others would dis appear from her sight.
Now Yodo was signaling frantically that she hurry. She stood and started to jog as quietly as she could. Immediately she realized how much harder it was to be alone in this strange place. Once down the trail she ran in earnest; then she came to a fork and took the one to the right. She sup posed they figured that Michael was the target and she could run ahead on the trail, both to get help and to be safer.
The foliage along the edge was growing over the trail and it had narrowed to a couple of feet. As she ran, she came to more forks, and it usually seemed obvious which was the larger and more well-traveled path. Then it began to get dif ficult as the splinter trails looked the same. Finally she found herself walking through the jungle. She realized she should look back and mark the trail in her memory, but when she did so, the two large sacropias- and the rest of the jungle for that matter-seemed entirely unfamiliar. Looking up, she recognized nothing distinctive.
She decided to backtrack a few feet. Past the closest sacropia she looked for a trail but saw nothing. When she went to the next tree, she saw a faint pathway through the fo liage that immediately forked. Her heart started to beat faster as she imagined getting lost in the vast jungle.
She had no GPS and she knew Yodo meant for her to stay on the trail. But which trail?
She decided that one of the trails was slightly more disturbed and that would be the one she had arrived on, so she took a few more steps, moving slowly, careful not to leave the track. Then she heard something rustling through the leaves at her side. It was barely perceptible. Instantly she aimed her gun and flicked off the safety.
