Chapter 16Charley and I sat on our bunks in one of the two-man officer tents Nicanor had assigned to the six of us.
“Hell fire, Billy, you sure know how to stretch the blanket plenty,” Charley said. “Do you think ol’ Carranza bought all that bosh you were dishin’ out?”
“Parker at the consulate in Veracruz calls it spy craft,” I replied. “It’s a dangerous game, because you have to live a lie every second or you’ll be found out.”
“And that’s what you and Katharina did in Veracruz?”
“It is. And I have to admit Katharina was probably better at it than me.”
“I’m not surprised. Most women can color-up a story redder’n a Navajo blanket,” Charley said. “And that’s a fact.”
“Are you speaking from experience?”
“You mean Amanda? Nah, she’s literal and proper. But I have known my share of grass
