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before he had heard the death cry of the Oriental-Californian pilot.
    Despite his self-avowal not to dwell on it until later, Jerry’s face flashed through his mind. He was beginning to like that boy, even if he was a goddamned first lieutenant. Now this pustule-infested, borscht-eating, lice-picking, mouth-breathing, self-abusing son of a bitch in front of him had ended Jerry’s life.
    Rudi tried to maintain his sergeant’s distance. Something clinked and he focused. Another clink.
    The whoreson was reloading his heavy machine gun. He painfully pulled himself to his feet and stepped as quickly as he could through the willows.
    The corporal behind the twin 9mm machine guns jerked his head up in surprise and quickly brought the muzzle around to bear on Rudi. A burst of automatic fire blossomed a row of blood roses across the corporal’s chest and toppled him lifelessly over the edge of the gun tub onto the mud-scarred trail.
    Jerry Yamato let his weapon drop to his side and grinned at Rudi. “I knew you were going to try something crazy. But your timing was perfect.”
    Rudi felt something other than pain inside him. He grinned and pointed to the armored personnel carrier. “Is good to insure there are no others.”
    Jerry walked around the machine, poked his weapon inside the troop compartment and let loose a string of shots. Silence fell over the area.
    “So how far is it to the closest redoubt?”
    “I would know this how?” Rudi asked, gesturing with his unburdened hand. “I am as new to Russian Amerika as the lieutenant, and like you, I no longer have my maps.”
    “Good point.” His face went bleak. “Jesus, I nearly forgot, Pelagian has been hit.”
    As quickly as possible, Rudi followed Yamato into the brush. The amount of pain he constantly suppressed had lessened over the past day, for which he was grateful. To tell full truth, he felt fortunate to be alive.
    The forever fall down the mountain did things to him that other men would not have survived. Being obstinate helped, he felt sure. But Bodecia had worked magic on him and saved his life. She had also put clean clothing on him and replaced his boots.
    He owed these people. It had been a very long time since he felt that way about anyone. It occurred to him that he felt more loyalty to them than to anyone or anything else.
    Pelagian lay on the ground, using part of the parachute for a pillow. Bodecia knelt beside him, her back to the others, working on the wound. Pelagian appeared gray and wrung out.
    Rudi wondered where all those worry lines on the man’s face had suddenly come from.
    “Magda, come on in,” Jerry called. He surveyed the couple on the ground. “How is he?”
    “I’ve stopped the bleeding. Now I must remove the bullet.”
    “It didn’t go through him? That’s amazing.”
    “We think it hit a branch first. We were both out of the line of fire and we believe the bullet was a ricochet. It could have been worse, but this is bad enough.”
    Magda crept up as if her sudden presence would frighten.
    “Father is wounded?”
    “Yes, but I am going to take out the bullet; all of you can help me.”
    “How will you remove the bullet?” Rudi asked.
    “I have ways. Sergeant, you move over here,” she pointed, “and, Lieutenant, you go right there.”
    Immediately both men knelt on either side of the fallen giant.
    “Hold him; this will probably hurt.”
    “What can I do?” Magda asked in a girlish voice.
    “Get hold of yourself and then give me every bit of your strength you can.”
    “Beloved,” Pelagian said in a papery tone. “For you I would endure anything.”
    “Good,” Bodecia said with starch in her voice. “Now don’t move.”
    Rudi followed Jerry’s lead and rested his hand on the wounded man’s arm. Bodecia cupped her hands over the blood-oozing wound and closed her eyes. The muscles in her neck and jaw stood out, slightly quivering.
    Magda stood directly behind her mother, as close as she could without