Summary

The tracking lead jerked like a fast jag on a fishhook, Caesar's ears shot up and his shoulders hunched forward. The Viet Cong was fifty yards to my right front, stretching his arms above his head. There were three men at least...and a machine-gun on the track facing me. Scarcely able to breathe, I reeled Caesar back.. and gave a thumbs down. Enemy. And I had them cold