Escalante nodded. “This is true.”
“I will go with you,” Gabriel said.
“If you’re going, I’m going,” Cierra said.
“It will be dangerous,” Escalante warned. “We will be outnumbered. But we will have the advantage of surprise, and the terrain will favor us if we can get ahead of them and meet them at a spot of our own choosing.”
“Can we?” Gabriel asked.
Escalante grinned. “No one knows these mountains better than I do, Señor Hunt. We can get around them on horse back and set up an ambush.”
“Let’s do it, then,” Gabriel said.
“And what if you’re wrong about who it is?” Cierra said.
“We’ll burn that bridge when we come to it,” Gabriel said.
They ate breakfast in the saddle. It had been a while since Gabriel had been on a horse, and it felt good to be riding again. You didn’t get to ride much growing up in New York City, but over the years he had visited a lot of places where a good horse was the best means of transportation, and Paco Escalante and his men had some fine mounts.
Gabriel didn’t ask himself where the bandits might have gotten those horses. Some things it was just as well not to know.
“You look like you’ve ridden before,” he commented as he looked over at Cierra, who swayed slightly in rhythm with her horse’s gait.
“Every day, when I was a child,” she replied. “My father always said I could ride before I could walk.”
“You’re not the girl I took you for when I first met you.”
She snorted. “I should hope not. You, however, are exactly the sort of man I took you for.”
She kneed her mount gently and rode off. Gabriel followed close behind.
Their encounter at the museum seemed like more than two nights earlier, he thought. He wondered how Michael was doing back in New York. It didn’t seem likely that Esparza would have any reason to go after him at this point, but Gabriel hoped he was keeping a low profile nonetheless.
Escalante led the group, which numbered fifteen not counting Gabriel and Cierra. They followed a trail that left the jungle behind and climbed high into the mountains. The path hugged the side of a slope that fell away dizzyingly on one side and rose to smoking volcanic peaks on the other. They would be in trouble if one of those sleeping giants decided to erupt, Gabriel knew. But it was one more thing they couldn’t do anything about, and Gabriel put it out of his mind.
“Careful,” Escalante called over his shoulder. “It’s a long way down.”
“I can see that,” Cierra said. “Don’t worry about me.”
“I’m not. I’m worried about that fine horse you’re riding, señorita.”
She laughed. She was directly behind Escalante now, with Gabriel behind her and the rest of the men strung out along the mountainside.
Tomás was directly behind Gabriel. He had caught the thickly built bandit glaring at him several times. Gabriel wasn’t too happy with having Tomás at his back, but that’s where el jefe had stationed him and that’s where he rode. Escalante had explained to all fourteen men that Gabriel and Cierra were under his protection, and Gabriel was fairly confident Tomás wouldn’t go against his leader, not while Escalante had his machete at his hip. But it was a possibility Gabriel couldn’t dismiss entirely.
The air was crystal clear, the sky a beautiful blue. Despite the hazards, Gabriel found himself enjoying the ride. But the enjoyment was short-lived. After climbing for about an hour, the trail began dropping again. Gabriel suddenly spotted a road far below them, and along that road crawled three trucks.
Esparza’s convoy, he thought. It had to be.
He pointed them out to Escalante, who claimed to have already seen them. “Can we still get ahead of them?” Gabriel asked.
“This trail will allow us to reach the Black River bridge before them,” Escalante said. “That’s where we will stop them.”
From behind Gabriel, Tomás called, “Will we blow up the bridge?”
“Then we could not use it if we needed to, amigo,” Escalante replied patiently. “We will find another way.”
They followed the steep, winding path downward until they came to a stream spanned by a sturdy-looking, one-lane wooden bridge. The bridge was about fifty feet above the water, which raced along at a good clip and bubbled over its rocky bed.
“The Black River,” Escalante announced. “Listen.”
Gabriel listened and heard the grumble of truck engines coming from the west. It was hard to tell how far away the convoy was, but Escalante seemed to think they had plenty of time. He didn’t appear to be in any hurry as he gave his orders.
They led the horses across the bridge and then hid them in a stand of trees on the far side of the river. Escalante picked out eight men to conceal themselves around the western end of the bridge. He went to the eastern end with the rest of the men. Gabriel and Cierra crouched in a clump of boulders near the road as the bandits spread out, using rocks and brush for cover.
“My men will open fire when the trucks are in the middle of the bridge,” Escalante explained. “They will shoot out the tires on the lead truck and the one bringing up the rear, trapping the one in the middle as well. Then the men in the trucks will have no choice but to surrender, because we’ll be able to pick them off if they try to get off the bridge.”
“You’ve used these tactics before,” Gabriel guessed.
“Multiple times. And why? Because they work,” Escalante said. “My men are nearly always outnumbered and we are rarely as well armed as our enemies. But they are the best shots in the mountains and know no fear, and between that and our tactics we have survived.”
“You think I could have my Colt back?” Gabriel asked.
Escalante grinned and pulled the weapon from behind his belt where he had tucked it. “I do think so,” he said as he handed the gun to Gabriel. “Your rifle is over there on one of the horses. You have time to get that, too, if you want.”
“I’ll use it,” Cierra volunteered. “I can handle a rifle.”
Gabriel hurried over to the horses, got the Winchester and a box of ammunition, and moved in a crouching run back to the boulders where Cierra and Escalante had hidden. The trucks’ engines were louder now. The convoy would reach the bridge within minutes.
Gabriel handed the Winchester to Cierra. She worked the lever to jack a round into the chamber. Her expression was grim and a little scared, although she appeared to have her fear well under control.
“I want the prisoner,” he said to Escalante. “If they’re Esparza’s men, I don’t care what you do with the rest of them.”
“That will all depend on whether or not they want to surrender the trucks and everything they hold. If they are willing to trade a long walk back to civilization for their lives, we will let them go.”
Gabriel didn’t really expect that to happen and didn’t much care. He just wanted to get Mariella away from her captors before all hell broke loose.
The lead truck came into view around a bend about two hundred yards from the bridge. One by one, the other two vehicles followed it, and all three of them lumbered toward the Black River. Gabriel worried for a moment that caution might lead whoever was in charge to order that the trucks cross one at a time, but they had no reason to fear a trap.
The truck rumbled out onto the thick planks of the bridge. The span was long enough so that fifty yards still separated the lead truck from the eastern end of the bridge when the vehicle bringing up the rear was fifty yards from the western end.
Escalante had drawn a bead with his rifle. When he fired, it was the signal for his men to open fire as well.
Shots roared out from both ends of the bridge. Cierra joined in, aiming at the tires on the lead truck. The driver of that truck slammed on his brakes as one of his front tires exploded. The truck veered sharply toward the flimsy railing along the side of the bridge.