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The Karasberge, German South West Africa, 1906Ambush country, Blake thought as he led the horses laden with rifles and ammunition through the moonlit night.
Whenever he crossed the border to do a cattle or horse trading deal he kept his wits about him. The money was good, and while he tried to salve his conscience with the thought that he was helping what seemed to be a good cause, Blake never forgot that he had truly crossed a line and was now a criminal. While he wouldn’t kill another person over a herd of cattle he knew there were men out there who would, and the German Schutztruppen would shoot him on sight if they caught him running guns to the Nama.
He looked at the land as a soldier would. If he was leading a patrol he would stick to the high ground as much as poss
