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lost warriors
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To Debbi Brod, a wonderful friend

This one's for you!

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks to Bob Hill, Elaine Charton and Laurie Miller for racing to the rescue
when I hollered for help on P *.

Speciaqtng p qiB f cts and e-mailing th m wh nIq for co begged for help.
Hope the huncing in Hungary is fantastic. '

And a very extra special thanks to Debbi Brod, an EMT who gave tirelessly of
her time and expertise in answer to my dumb questions. And who came up with
one of the most invaluable reference books I'll ever own.

You were all great. . and the mistakes are purely

MINE.

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Yuma, old son? You got a minute or two? "

At the familiar sound of Sheriff Nathan Tate's deep , " gravelly voice, Yuma
felt an instant lightening of his spint.

It was always good to see Nate, the only man on the face of the earth that
Yuma counted as a true friend.

"Just give me a minute to tighten up these bolts, Nate." i He was lying on
his back on a dolly beneath the belly of

Conard County's emergency helicopter. Smeared with ; grease and oil, he was
performing routine maintenance.

Heat rose from the pavement around him, summer's dying breath. i " " Got any
coffee inside? " Nate asked.

"Need to make it." ' "I'll just go do that, then, while you finish up, son."
' Nate's boot heels thudded on the cement as he walked toward the hangar and
the office of the Emergency Response

Team. It was quiet today in Conard County, ; Wyoming, a nice afternoon so
far undisturbed by anything of importance. Nate nodded at Ben Grissom and