Chapter Eighteen‘So, you know what you gotta do?’ Cydney asked.
‘Yeah, my target’s the cabin. I focus on the damned Indian girl.’ Mitch threw his coffee dregs into a corner of the tent, ‘Listen, Sis, let me go for the bastard who shot me with the f*****g arrow. I owe that son-of-a-b***h. Besides I don’t know what she looks like.’
‘Don’t try that one, you know everybody else and she’s the only Indian girl on the mountain, Einstein. I told you the girl is the key. Grab her and he’ll fold, I know it. Somehow, she’s important to him.’
‘How do you know she’ll stay in the cabin?’
‘Don’t ask me to explain how I know, I just do, OK? She’s pregnant and she’ll stay in the cabin, trust me on that.’
‘OK, OK. I’ll do it. When do we go? Everyone knows their part and we can’t keep practicing. We’ll
