Savage Sniper

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Still as stone, Deacon Cole stared through the rifle scope at the ravine directly across from him.

His eye had caught a flicker of movement in that ravine, indicating that Patrol Easy might be walking into an ambush. Maybe it had been only a bird, or some small jungle animal, but his gut told another story. Trusting your gut was the best way to stay alive.

“What is it?” Philly whispered.

“I think I saw something.”

“When you’re nervous, then I know I ought to be nervous.”

“I ain’t nervous,” Deke said. “I’m just trying not to get shot.”

“If that doesn’t make you nervous, then I don’t know what does,” Philly replied.

“Hush now and let me think.”

Philly had his own sniper rifle to his shoulder, peering through the telescopic sight at the tangled vegetation ahead. Though useful, the scope amplified just a small circle of greenery.

It didn’t help that the dense vegetation could have hidden an entire Japanese company, let alone a single sniper. Deke stayed on the scope and waited, staring in hopes of catching the smallest flicker of movement, confident that Philly was watching his back.

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