Chapter 4THE VULTURES
The sleeping men were rudely roused from their slumber by a short, shrill, harassing whistle blast and within minutes they were all on their feet, marching.
It went much better that morning. They had water and most of them had a good night’s rest. It was still early and the cold that preceded the heat made their ears tingle. The men of D’Arlan’s column felt alive again. For them, death that was so close yesterday was now far off on the horizon.
That morning, D’Arlan set a fast pace. The column swung swiftly passed the dead horses, that they had shot around and about the camp the previous evening and there was a fast, comfortable rhythm to the troops’s movement. They were even able to joke around a bit even though they knew it would be a tough day, because Le Capita
