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"
The
planes
should
have
come
an
hour
ago
,
"
he
said
.
Just
then
another
officer
flopped
in
behind
the
boulder
.
The
sniper
moved
over
to
make
room
for
him
.
"
Thou
,
Paco
,
"
the
first
officer
said
.
"
How
does
it
seem
to
thee
?
"
The
second
officer
was
breathing
heavily
from
his
sprint
up
and
across
the
hillside
from
the
automatic
rifle
position
.
"
For
me
it
is
a
trick
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
if
it
is
not
?
What
a
ridicule
we
make
waiting
here
and
laying
siege
to
dead
men
.
"
"
We
have
done
something
worse
than
ridiculous
already
,
"
the
second
officer
said
.
"
Look
at
that
slope
.
"
He
looked
up
the
slope
to
where
the
dead
were
scattered
close
to
the
top
.
From
where
he
looked
the
line
of
the
hilltop
showed
the
scattered
rocks
,
the
belly
,
projecting
legs
,
shod
hooves
jutting
out
,
of
Sordo
’
s
horse
,
and
the
fresh
dirt
thrown
up
by
the
digging
.
"
What
about
the
mortars
?
"
asked
the
second
officer
.
"
They
should
be
here
in
an
hour
.
If
not
before
.
"
