The rebels left the bodies of the Azzie soldiers where they lay. They searched them thoroughly but didn’t take any of the gear or weapons. They also left the shaman’s poultry truck behind. The chickens in the wire cages were all dead, and a thin trickle of blood ran from the back of the truck. I supposed the birds had been buffeted about by the wind. It seemed cruel, to me, that the shaman had left them die.