"If you can hitch a ride, best you take the girl with you. We're guerrillas, we have no medical facilities, and those," Daniel jerked a thumb, "are mountains. Do the math, man. If we have to take her and you around, that's one thing, because we aren't leaving people stranded when the Vopos show up."

Already, the other Green Mountain Boys were trying to get drivers to untangle and get their asses out of there. There was, predictably, a snarl of people yelling at each other and arguing. "Because that's the last thing anyone wants."

He didn't want to take civilians along on an arduous haul; even the guerrillas that thought they'd been hunting in the mountains and were ready for this were getting a real education on how hard it was, he didn't fancy the chances of these folk. He also figured, quite frankly, that they were dead men up there. Everything he said about Canada was to get them to come along, but if this guy could talk him and his friend into a car somewhere, that was a better result.