CHAPTER 14
Slowly, very slowly, Whiteboy stepped forward, down, descending toward the draw. He crept. He inched. The crest of the ridge was 25 meters uphill to his left. The draw was 50 meters ahead, to the left. He did not want to cross below the saddle of the draw in the canyon that ran down toward the big valley. He aimed at the point where the draw should be flat. He circled toward it. He would direct his squad to spread below the saddle on both sides, wait for the entire platoon to come on line behind them then begin the sweep up toward the peak.
It was becoming darker under the canopy. It was mid-afternoon, 1540 hours, but the mountain to the west already cast the pointman in shadow. Below to the right through the jungle vegetation an occasional glimpse of the Khe Ta Laou revealed
