can take you all the way to the target.”
“What should we do?” she asked.
“Don’t panic,” Mac said from behind her. He’d tucked his magazine away and was leaning forward, as well.
“I’m not. I’ve been skydiving since I was eighteen. And I did two parachute dives with the military when I worked in remote locations with a military team,” she said.
The plane jerked and a stream of smoke billowed past the window. “Are we going to crash?”
Bob turned around and looked at the two of them. There was something in his eyes that didn’t reassure Jane. “Not if I can help it.”
Mac finished fastening his chute to his back and then climbed over his seat to the packs that held the medicine. He passed them up to her. Jane worked quickly to tie the packs to another parachute, which would auto-release at a certain level.
“This is as close as I can get you.”
“I think you should come with us, Bob,” Jane said. The plane lurched again and sputtered.
“I’ll be fine, I’ll bail out if I lose control. Go while you still can,” Bob yelled.
Mac stood up and opened the door. The air rushed in and Jane closed her eyes feeling the familiar pump of adrenaline through her veins. Thank God they were already on the other side of the Andes. She didn’t relish the thought of having to trek down the mountain to get to the river area.
“I’ll go last,” she said, needing to make sure the medicine got out and to watch where it went.
Mac shrugged and stepped out of the plane. Jane pushed their packs toward the edge of the plane and then out. She turned around and waved to Bob before she jumped out of the plane.
She torpedoed her body and caught up to the packs, flying close to them. She’d lost sight of Mac. The chutes opened and slowed her descent.
Her feet hit the tops of the trees. She pulled them up but it was too late. She was knocked off balance and continued falling through the thick green canopy of the tall rain forest trees.
Her chute got tangled in the branches and she was held suspended over the floor of the jungle. The momentum of her fall caused her to rock back and forth. Her cheek stung where a branch had cut her face on the way down. She was about four feet from the ground.
She heard a loud boom and guessed that the plane had crashed. A few minutes later she saw smoke billowing up from the sky. Oh, my God. She prayed Bob had made it out okay. She should have insisted he jump when they did. She looked up for another drifting parachute, but only saw the smoke and sky through the high canopy.
She had her Blackberry in her pocket, but had left her change of clothes and food behind. There just hadn’t been time to get everything out of the plane. And the medicine had been the most important thing.
Her heart raced and her hands shook. She finally unbuckled her harness and let herself fall to the ground. Her injured leg gave as she landed and she rolled a few feet before stopping. When she got her bearings she looked up into the painted face of a warrior who held a spear with a sharp tip aimed straight at her.
Chapter 4
Jane gingerly got to her feet. Her leg ached. She had no idea how to defend herself against a spear-wielding native. The man’s eyes were calm, cool. She made eye contact with him but didn’t sustain it, not wanting him to think she was aggressive. After a minute he lowered his weapon but continued watching her.
His face was painted in broad stripes of red and blue. His eyes were a dark chocolate and his body was covered in modern clothing. Civilization had come to the Amazon basin and yet the old traditions remained. Jane was struck by the dichotomy.
She was still trying to deal with everything that had happened. She couldn’t believe their plane had crashed. Her hands shook and her mind was racing. The jump hadn’t been as bad as she’d expected considering they’d had to drop out before they’d planned.
Where was Mac?
Jane held her hands at shoulder level. The warrior continued watching her, spear in hand. She noticed he had an old AK-47 rifle slung over his shoulder.
“I’m a doctor,” she said in Spanish. “I’m here to help the Yura.”
He took a step closer and raised his spear. Jane didn’t flinch or back up. She figured her rudimentary knowledge of martial arts would buy her some time if she needed it.
“The Yura aren’t around here, they are closer to the Madre de Dios River,” he replied in Spanish, gesturing to the south.
“My plane had engine trouble,” she said.
The man just looked at her. There was nothing threatening in his gaze. Jane had the feeling that he’d come out to make sure there was no threat.
“Can you point me in the right direction?” Jane asked. She wanted to find Mac. But getting her gear and heading toward the Yura was her first priority.
“Why are you going to them?” he asked.
Not wanting to alarm the warrior, she sidestepped the question. “Have you had any dealings with them recently?”
“No. More trouble than it is worth to trade with the Yura lately.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
Three more men emerged from the forest. All were armed like the man holding her at spear-point. And all wore identical face paint. She wondered if any of them were infected from contact with the Yura.
“Where is your guide?” he asked. “Too dangerous for a woman alone in the jungle.”
“I have a guide waiting in Puerto Maldonado. And another doctor parachuted out with me. Have you seen him?”
“My men are looking. Are you crazy?” he asked.
She couldn’t help but smile. She’d been asked that question before. Mostly it stemmed from the fact that she always had to do things by herself. “No. Just in a hurry.”
“You can travel with us as far as our village. From there it is a day’s journey to the Yura.”
“I’m Jane,” she said.
“Reynaldo,” he said. “Saturnino and his son, Daniel. That’s my son, Aldo.”
Jane nodded to the men. What had Reynaldo meant by trouble with the Yura?
He conversed with his men. Jane wished she understood the native dialogue. And she had more questions for them. Finally, Reynaldo came over to her.
“We’ll travel in a line. Aldo will lead then you follow. We’ll be behind you.”
“I must find my friend and my gear,” Jane said.
Aldo said something to his father in a language she didn’t understand. She heard a few Spanish words mixed in, but couldn’t follow their conversation. She pulled her Blackberry
