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Chapters (34)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20
  24. CHAPTER 21
  25. CHAPTER 22
  26. CHAPTER 23
  27. CHAPTER 24
  28. CHAPTER 25
  29. EPILOGUE
  30. Also by
  31. Praise for Harold Coyle
  32. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  33. MORE THAN COURAGE
  34. Copyright Page

Scott wanted to say, “I rest my case,” but felt that such a mundane statement would miss the point. Instead, he simply acknowledged Colonel Gordon’s pronouncement with a nod and continued on as he looked into the eyes of his senior commanders. “Do not be so quick to decide how, exactly, you would meet such a moral dilemma,” Scott stated. “What is clear here, in this comfortable room surrounded by like-minded people, may not be as crystal clear when you find yourself face to face with the real thing.”

While Scott reached for his second can of Diet Coke, Timothy Bates, the commander of the division’s support command, coughed before throwing out his question. “Perhaps this may be a bit presumptuous, but as we discuss this topic, does the general have a particular contingency in mind?”

Scott looked up. He knew the situation in Idaho was on everyone’s mind, especially after his own wife aired an incredibly damning expose on the FBI and the hostility that had arisen from its actions in Idaho. It was just a question, he had realized when he had walked into the room, of how long it would be before one of his outspoken commanders brought that particular question up. “It was the Wyoming affair that prompted me to propose this subject as an item to be covered in a commanders’ conference,” Scott replied slowly as he pulled the tab on his can of soda. “Any thoughts that the timing of this discussion and events in Idaho are anything but coincidental are dead wrong. After all,” Scott went on, leaning back in his chair and sporting a smile, “anyone who has seen firsthand how Jan and I coordinate our affairs at home would know we could never achieve this degree of synchronization in a million years.”

This brought a ripple of laughter and, Scott hoped, an end to any such thoughts. “Now, where was I?”

Bob Felden leaned over to whisper in Scott’s good ear. “You were about to elaborate on a second point.”

Scott threw his head back. “Ah yes,” he called out in his best John Cleese imitation. “I have two points to make. No, three, three points!”

With the mood lightened, Scott led his senior officers into further discussion of the topic, a topic that he, if the truth were known, was quite uncomfortable with himself.