A small but neatly constructed sign proclaimed that the road led to the Hacienda Rojo. We waited around for a few minutes, both reluctant to admit our people were not coming. Finally Ann gave a little shrug and took a deep breath. I told Fritzie to heel and we started down the road side by side. Well, actually, we each walked on opposite sides of the road, next to whatever cover there might be.
Military habits die hard.
Cover was not a problem. There were trees, bushes, large rocks and even the ground became rough and rocky as we descended down towards the stream below. The road itself showed it had been well cared for. A lot of effort had been expended with pick and shovel to level out the surface and where ever the terrain allowed, wide spots had been created to allow vehicles to pass. Presently we were rounding a large cut bank as the road curved to the right.