The group of eleven continued onward. Jo walked with Horvath. Montie kept pace with Mellish. Tom-Tom stood next to Wade. Donnie hung back with Upham. All eleven of them were too deep in thought to start up a conversation. They walked well in to the afternoon. It was an hour past noon when Jo's eyes lit up. Her ears perked up as well. Without thinking, she sprinted ahead of the group.
"Jo," Horvath yelled.
She ignored him and kept running.
"Shit," Montie cursed, "Alright boys, you take your time. We'll meet you over the hill."
Donnie, Montie, and Tom-Tom ran after their friend. The gray eyed blonde was the first to reach her pace. The brown eyed girl and the verdant eyed leader soon followed. They had reached the top of the hill. Tom-Tom hunched over and held her knees.
"Why…are you…sprinting?" she huffed.
She was answered by Montie jumping in the air and screaming. The ebony haired woman glanced up and beamed with joy. They saw an American camp in the distance with a plane. She began to laugh gleefully.
"God bless America," Donnie said with relief.
Jo started to cartwheel down the hill. The other three girls soon followed. Their actions calmed down as they made it to the camp. They walked through a canopy like structure to get to the other side. Their happy expressions increasingly mellowed as they saw men wounded and no medic in sight. Miller's men soon caught up with the women.
"Wade," Miller called.
"Yes sir."
"See what you can do to help out."
He nodded in affirmation and made his way to the wounded. The captain and sergeant went to look for the man in charge. Donnie gazed at the people.
"Montie, Tom-Tom. Help Wade." They nodded as they followed the medic. Donnie turned to the auburn. "Jo, help me sniff out another."
"Yes sir."
The two spun on their heels and ventured deeper in to the camp. After some coaxing, the rest of Miller's men dispersed through the wounded. Montie sat next to a crying man. One of his arms had been shot. The dirty blonde gripped her own patch. She took his uninjured hand in hers. He gripped it tightly.
"Wh-Who are you?" he asked between sobs.
"My name's Rae. What's yours?"
"D-David Smith. Are you an angel?"
She giggled. "No. Do you like lullabies?"
He nodded his head slowly. She began to sing soft melodies to him. At the same time, she was changing the bandages covering his wounds. Jackson glanced up as he heard her voice. He smiled softly and refocused on applying pressure to a wound. Tom-Tom stuck to Wade's side and acted as his assistant. She would talk to the men while he worked. On the other side of camp, Donnie and Jo were talking to a private. His eyes were wide with surprise. Donnie shook her head.
"Jo, you try."
She smirked. "It's like he's never seen tits," she muttered to herself. The earth brown eyed woman smacked the boy on the shoulder. "Listen Bud. We need to know if you've seen other women around these parts. Ones with knives and pistols. It's absolutely necessary for us to know."
"He doesn't say much," a deeper voice spoke up.
The girls turned to see a taller and stronger man.
"Maybe you'd like to help us then," Donnie replied. "We're lookin to know if other women have passed through here."
"I don't know about passing through, but there are a couple here."
Her eyes widened. "Really? That's great!" She glanced at the auburn. "Relay."
She nodded slowly. "Yes sir."
She walked back toward the middle of the camp. Her brown eyes wandered as she looked around. She saw Reiben lighting a cigarette for an injured soldier, while Wade was putting pressure on a bullet wound on another man. Tom-Tom was talking with a man who seemed angry. Montie stood off to the side taking deep breaths. The blonde walked over to Upham, Miller, and Horvath. Jo smirked when she saw Mellish. He was holding up his dog tag. Even from where she was standing, she could hear his taunt.
"Juden," he said. "Juuuuuuden!"
Jo walked over to Montie as Miller's men, except Wade, walked in to the plane. Tom-Tom soon joined them.
"What's up?"
"We may have found two more. Donnie's checking it out."
The blonde frowned. "I'd hate to leave the boys now."
"Well, we have to now. They have their mission, we have ours. If we have to separate, then we do-ow," the auburn exclaimed as she was shouldered. She turned to glare at a smirking Jackson. "Watch yourself!"
"We have some dog tags to look through," he replied.