Chapter ElevenDustin was just ten kilometers north of the river on the way back to Turkey when the call came in, transmitted from Fort Campbell, Kentucky, via satellite.
“Nine Vee,” tonight’s code for the mission, “we just received a satellite radio burst from your vicinity. We have an approximate location a couple hundred meters east of Drybnd, but can’t make sense of it.”
Dustin did his best to keep his hope under control.
“It was a single word: Willow.”
Dustin slammed over the cyclic. Laying every bit of five thousand horsepower the twin T700 turboshaft engines could throw into ten tons of helo, he ran his speed right up against the Never Exceed limit.
He and Amy had met because of one willow tree being cut down and been married in front of the replacement they had planted together
