Ambush

Ambush"The colonel!" Sergeant Rojas warned softly."Where?" said Lieutenant Montoya.He looked around quickly, but all he could see was the red of the Sonora desert, glittering with heat. Often it was possible to make out cars on the International Highway that led to the American boundary, 60 miles to the north; but not today. Today all that was a sea of blinding light, reflected from blazing rocks and hot sand. To the southwest, from which the colonel might also approach, he c...