Hunter stood up and he said, “Yes. I suppose the orders are coming in from the capital?” “Yes.” “Are they—” “You know what they are,” Lanser interrupted. “You know what they’d have to be. Take the leaders, shoot the leaders, take hostages, shoot the hostages, take more hostages, shoot them”—his voice had risen but now it sank almost to a whisper—“and the hatred growing and the hurt between us deeper and deeper.”
