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“What do we do?” someone asked. “If you want something done right...” he said without finishing the old saying. “The Wolf Pack didn’t come by the road, it was being watched. They must have come through the mountains. I’ll bet they are returning that way. We can probably get to that hippie hive before they do and send them on an express train to hippie hell. Boys, get your gear.” They dispersed among the trailers, and I slunk off in the shadows. Then, with all haste I ran to catch up with Wolf and his men. I arrived back at the rendezvous point at the mouth of the mountain passonly seconds after Wolf did. Paine and Hamilton had already been there for several minutes. Both were grinning ear to ear after blowing the fuel tanker sky high. Wolf turned to his men. “We have struck a blow from which they will not recover,” he said.
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