Chapter Eleven
Now, for the first time, the captive women laid eyes on the military compound that was to be their new home. The place the soldiers jokingly called “La Montana de Amor,” was a smooth plateau of flattened earth that seemed to have been sheered off of the very top of the mountain. The area before them was defined by a low rock wall with an impressive wooden gate, currently opened to admit their bizarre little parade.
Once past the gate the entranceway widened into an open, sun-baked square fronted by buildings on three sides, stone-built and sturdy, if crude in their construction. Mallory took in the details quickly, partly a result of her training to constantly assess her situation, partly because she was trying to ignore the noisy bunch of soldiers that crowded around jus
