The Mayan Secrets

Sam and Remi stood, staring at the villagers, whose faces were tinged with hopelessness. “Thank you all,” said Sam. “Now we have a better idea of where to start. Your ancestors could not fight soldiers trained in modern tactics or go up against new technical weapons and neither can you. You, your wives and children would die within minutes of the first attack.”

Remi could easily see a deep sadness in the villagers’ eyes, as mothers pulled their children closer and the men looked around at their friends and neighbors in frustration.

Sam steeled himself against the impossible odds. He nodded at Dr. Huerta and Father Gomez. “Can I talk to you in the vestry?”

They entered and sat down in the hand-carved chairs around the large Spanish-style table. Father Gomez spoke directly to Sam.

“Do you have a strategy?” he asked.

Sam shook his head. “Nothing I can guarantee.”

“You have no plan, no strategy, to help save my people?” said Father Gomez coldly.

“Nothing I can talk about,” asserted Sam.

“What do you want us to do?” Dr. Huerta demanded.

“Take your people up the mountain to the fortress and tombs.”

Father Gomez glared at Sam. “I believe the villagers would just as soon die in their beds as be dragged down the hill to trucks that will carry them to the Estancia fields, where they would work themselves to death. And then there are the children. It will be like a concentration camp.”

Remi, who had been standing in the doorway u

“The trucks can’t navigate the narrow trail up the mountain,” said Sam.

“But a hundred men with deadly arms can’t be stopped with a few old shotguns,” Remi argued.

Sam shrugged. “I see no other way out.”

Remi stepped over to Sam and stared with anguish into his eyes. “Who are you?” she gasped. “You’re not the man I’ve known and loved.”

He gave her a look of indifference she’d never seen before.

As Remi turned to speak, Sam had walked from the vestry without looking back at his lovely wife.

Chapter 30

The next day, the mothers, children, and the elderly were led by Remi to the ruined stronghold on the plateau. There they would gather hundreds of stones to throw down at the attackers if they tried to climb the narrow path up. Remi determined where the best locations were behind a rock-stack barrier to fire at any attacker who reached the top.

Remi kept her mind off Sam’s strange behavior and directed her squad of women and children to make effigies of townspeople, stuffing clothing with leaves and brush. “If your son is firing a rifle, you want the enemy to waste ammunition shooting at the five or six dummies you made and placed around to protect him.”

She had other people bringing empty bottles, cans of gasoline, and rags to the plateau and making Molotov cocktails. “If men are coming up the path, these will stop them for a time. And if it’s night, they’ll light them up so anyone with a gun can hit them.”

At dusk, Sam stood on the crest of the hill beside the ancient fortress, surveying the preparations the townspeople had made. He knew there were hundreds of human effigies, begi

Sam was suddenly aware that Remi was standing next to him.

“I can’t live without you,” she said softly. “Please don’t stay in the village and die there alone.”

Sam shook his head and looked down. “I’ve never asked you to blindly follow my direction. I have to ask you now. Trust me.”

She turned to him and looked for something in his eyes. “We’ve never had any secrets between us.”

“I’m sorry, Remi. But I swore an oath many years ago that I have to stand by. And now I have to see this through.”

“I know you have something up your sleeve. But will it work?”

He ran his hand through her hair. “The final throw of the dice and I can’t even tell you what I hope is going to happen.”

Sam looked up at the last of the sun-painted mountain peaks. “It’s time for me to go.”

Sam put his arm about his beloved wife and escorted her to the head of the trail that led down the mountain.

She buried her face in his shoulder.

“You just can’t do this. I may never see you again.”

His kiss was as gentle as a soft whisper. “I’ve made luncheon reservations at our favorite restaurant here in town.”

After walking twenty feet through the fortress, Remi stopped to get a final look at her husband. But Sam was not to be seen. It was as if he had vanished.

At dawn, Sam walked across the road to the church and climbed the ladder to the top of the bell tower. His timing was on the money.

He removed a pair of German Steiner 20×80 military binoculars and peered through the lenses at a dust cloud on the road about five miles away.

Almost casually, he sat on a niche in the wall and watched the sunrise. Later, he stared at the approaching military convoy.

Sam was not primed to fight. His job was to observe. He took a small old-fashioned handheld radio he’d borrowed from Dr. Huerta, adjusted the frequency, and pressed the call button.

“Viper One. This is Cobra One. Over.”

A voice, clear and sharp, came back almost immediately.

“Cobra One. This is Viper One. I haven’t heard your voice in a long time. Over.”

“Six years and seven months, to be exact.”

“We’ve all missed you, Cobra One.”

“Is that Viper Two?”

“Two hundred meters on your left in an open space in the forest.”

“You have been away a long time,” laughed Viper Two. “I remember you as the new kid on the block in the old days.”

“You must know,” said Viper One, “the firm is stepping on important toes to fit this little tea party in the schedule.”

“I’m well aware of it,” replied Sam. “And, I might add, I’m the only one on this side who knows the score.”

“Okay,” said Viper One, “why don’t you tell us the score. Over.”

“Roger,” said Sam. “A small army of men who work for a local drug lord are pla

“That sounds like slavery.”

“It is slavery,” said Sam. “And extortion and theft and kidnapping and murder. Once they have these people in their marijuana fields, nobody will ever see or hear from them again. Over.”

“Nice to know we’re the good guys,” Viper Two cut in. “Hold on. I read a convoy of seven vehicles approaching up the road.”

Sam added what he could see from his perch in the bell tower.

“Each of the canvas-covered trucks is carrying twenty-five men, all armed with AK-47s. They’re escorted by two armored cars. One at the head of the column, the other bringing up the rear.”

“We also see the convoy is escorted by two Mi-8 Russian-built gunships.”

“How can you know everything in my sight when you’re behind a forested mountain?”

“We’ve had many upgrades in our sensors since you were part of the gang.”

Sam aimed his binoculars at the final turn in the road leading up to the village.

“Viper One. They’ve reached the edge of the town and have stopped.”

“Not surprised. There are no people in sight, living or dead. That must make them wonder.”