Kimmensen came up to Messerschmidt and the man turned again. His eyes widened. "Well, Mr. Kimmensen?"
"What's going on?"
Messerschmidt grunted. He pointed up the mountain. "There they are. I suppose they knew they had to move fast once I repudiated the election. They began airdropping men about a half hour ago. They're thick as flies up there, and they'll be coming down here as soon as they're through mopping up. That ought to be in a few minutes."
"Northwesters."
"That's right, Mr. Kimmensen.
"Well."
Messerschmidt smiled thinly. "I suppose you've guessed Susie's at my house?"
"Will she be all right?"
Messerschmidt nodded. "It's fortified. That's our next holding point when we fall back from here." His face was grave.