Cross Country

“Distance is your weapon right now. Go! For God’s sake, go! Take them back to camp.”
    Emmanuel and I had to make a stand.
    We took up a position behind the abandoned donkey cart. I was using it as a brace for the rifle more than as cover.
    Our best hope was that we were on the ground — while they would be firing from horseback.
    I could see them through my scope now, eleven killers, bearded males in baggy fatigues, waving Kalashnikov rifles.
    Just coming into range.
    The first shots came from them.
    Sand kicked up on either side of us. They rode a little wide of the mark, but still too close. They weren’t amateurs. They were already yelling threats at us, confident about the final result. Why not? They outnumbered us eleven to two.
    “Now?” I finally said to Emmanuel.
    “Now!” he shouted.
    We fired back four shots, and two were hits. The killers slumped on their horses — like someone had dropped their puppet strings — then fell to the ground. One of them was trampled under his own horse. It looked like his neck had snapped.
    Even as I pulled the trigger again, it registered with me:
Everything changes now. First kill in Africa
.
    I heard a scream behind me, and my gut seized. One of the fleeing women had been hit, either by a stray shot or on purpose.
    Not Adanne, I saw with a quick check over my shoulder.
    She was keeping low, trying to get to the wounded woman, who was writhing on the ground. She’d only been shot in the arm.
Only
.
    When I turned toward the Janjaweed again, two of the riders had stopped. They were jumping down off their horses, not to help their brothers but to get off a better shot at us.
    The others kept coming fast. They were maybe fifty to sixty yards away now.
    Emmanuel and I had the same instinct. We fired on the lead riders, quick shot after shot. Then at the two who were on flat ground. Three more of the Janjaweed went down in the next half minute or so.
    Then Emmanuel screamed, dropped, and began twisting in pain on the ground.
    And the rest of the Janjaweed were on us.

Chapter 86
    DUST WAS KICKED up everywhere. That was probably a good thing. They had to fire blindly — but so did I. The gunfire from all the rifles was deafening at this range.
    One of the riders tore through the dust cloud and swept right past me. On instinct, I grabbed at his leg and held on. The momentum took me off my feet. I got dragged along for a second or two, and then the rider spun off his horse and crashed heavily to the ground.
    I grabbed his rifle and kept it at my feet. I fired and wounded another of the riders. And then another, in the stomach. They had been cocky — because the wood gatherers usually couldn’t fight back — but they weren’t well trained, and not many men can fire accurately from horseback, despite what Emmanuel had said.
    I saw three of the riders break ranks and retreat. It gave me some hope — not a lot, but some.
    I rushed to the fallen rider I’d pulled from his horse. I pushed his head down into the ground, then got off a hard punch that struck the hollow of his throat.
    “Don’t move!” I yelled. He didn’t need English to know what I was saying. He stayed very still where he was.
    “Alex!”
    A voice came from behind me.
    It was Adanne.
    She and another woman stood swinging pieces of firewood at the last rider’s horse to keep him away. Several of the women were on the ground, hands over their heads. I’m sure they still thought they were going to die.
    Adanne swung again, and the horse reared up onto its hind legs. The rider lost his grip and fell.
    “Alex, go!”
    I looked and saw Emmanuel had propped himself up. He was covering the Janjaweed from his place on the ground.
    I took off at a sprint.
    The downed rider near the women was just getting up again. I yanked my rifle around as I came up on him. He looked at me in time to take the stock in the face. His nose exploded.
    “Adanne, take his gun. Are you all right?” I asked her.
    “I will be.”
    Emmanuel was calling to me, screaming. “Let them go, Alex! Let them go!”
    I didn’t hold back. “What are you talking about? We have to bring them in.”
    Even as I spoke, the truth of the situation settled over me.
Same game, different rules.
    “No use arresting the Janjaweed,” Adanne said. “They know the government. The government knows them. It only brings more trouble to the camps. The UN can’t help. No one can.”
    I kept the Janjaweed’s rifle, but motioned for him to get on