“What about the trial for treason?” Kaiser asked. “That’s usually considered a capital crime.”
The man shook his head. “We weren’t gonna kill them, though they deserve it. We were going to find them guilty and then cut them loose.”
“That’s nice of you, but we’re safe right here,” Kaiser said. “Let me tell you something. There are only eight of us, but we’ve got six ARs and two combat shotguns full of number-three buckshot. Three of us are with the Department of Homeland Security and we spent years with Delta fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan. We’d have no problem killing all of you and we’re very good at killing people.”
“You oughta be with us,” the man said.
Kaiser: “You’re all... deluded. Talk of treason, you’re the traitors. Anyway I’m not going to argue. We’re not coming down. If you look around, you’ll see that you can’t come up. The best thing for all of us would be if you walk back down the hill, get your men, and go on your way.”
The man stared at Kaiser, more thinking, then said, “Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m going to leave a bunch of guys down there—won’t tell you how many. Then the rest of us are going back into town. If you don’t fuck with us, we won’t fuck with you.”
“Deal,” Kaiser said. “You go on now.”
The man turned, walked back down the hill and out of sight.
Veronica stepped outfrom behind her rock and turned the radio up. They huddled around it and heard the man report back to the woman. The woman said, “Leave four men—the caravan is getting close and we may need the rest of you down here.”
“Got it.”
Then another man’s voice: “Don, I got about a fifteen-, maybe twenty-foot run to that big rock, the one on the left. They won’t expect it. If I can get to there, I can make it further up the hill. Maybe I can see down on them.”
The woman: “Don’t do that, Rick. We’ve got the problem contained, no point in taking a chance that you’ll get shot up.”
“Not much of a chance, if I could get up there...”
“Rick. I’m telling you...”
Then the man named Rick: “Those fuckers. He made me pee myself. I’m going up there.”
Kaiser said, “Goddamn it, it’s the jail guard.” He jogged to his right. “He’s going to try to...”
The beardless jail guard broke up the hill in a stoop, his AR in one hand, his other hand almost touching the hillside as he ran, running like he might have seen on a TV show.
Kaiser, tracking him with the shotgun, shot him in the legs and the man went down, screaming.
From down below, the negotiator shouted, “Stop. Stop. He wasn’t supposed to do that. He wasn’t supposed to do that.”
“Then come up and get him,” Kaiser shouted. “He’s hurt bad, he’s gonna need a medevac.”
“I’m coming up...”
The negotiator and another man hustled up the hill and the man on the ground sobbed, “I’m hit bad, man, I’m hit bad.”
Kaiser shouted, “Leave the gun. Take him and leave the gun. We’re going to pick it up. If anyone shoots at us, we’ll kill all three of these men.”
Janice Moreno said, “I’ll go. They’re less likely to shoot a woman. If you see anyone poke a head up, shoot him.”
Kaiser nodded: “Good. Go. Hurry.”
Moreno scrambled out from behind her rock, ran to the AR, picked it up, looked down the hill where the two militiamen were still only halfway down, then ran back to cover.
“Got it,” she said.
The wounded guard was put in a pickup and the pickup turned down the hill and disappeared.
“You think you killed him?” asked Lopez.
“I messed him up, but I was basically shooting at his ankles,” Kaiser said. “He’s gonna need a hospital, but I don’t think he’ll die. Does that... bother you? Me shooting him?”
