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CHAPTER 13-1
CHAPTER 13 At the step-off point where Whiteboy entered the jungle the vegetation showed scars from the morning bombardment, but only ten meters down the wilderness appeared untouched. It began with walls of green to his sides. At fifteen meters he turned left, ducked beneath several branches and found a trail west. Branches draped with vines crossed overhead. With each step the canopy thickened, the jungle became darker, the trail descended. The trail appeared to Whiteboy to have been unused in three months, perhaps even six. Palm fronds crossed the path at shoulder and waist height. Bamboo thickets, clusters of stalks clumped like pillars, rose in the midst of his downward movement. He stepped quietly, slowly, cautiously around, over and between, always looking, listening, smelling befo
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