CHAPTER 19
Two hours. For two hours she’d swooped and bobbed south like a demented bumblebee. Jeff could attest that the Huey pilots in Vietnam didn’t have a thing on her for wild rides. The slender crescent moon appeared to be the only witness to their madcap dash across the rolling countryside.
At first the fear had been overwhelming. She flew most of the time barely higher than a cow standing on the field. Then she’d sweep to one side or the other and he closed his eyes, convinced the blades were going to dig them a grave in a corn field.
It took a while to get a handle on things.
First, he was starting to think that even though she was clearly insane, she was a good enough pilot that they weren’t in immediate danger of death.
Second, the sweeping turns followed the path on one of
