Keith!
He didn't find Keith either.
He lay still, very still. Several soldiers were poking around in the tangled debris of bodies and blood and torn brush. It was so still all at once. No sounds at all except the hard breathing of men. No wings threshing, or screams penetrating.
Danton played dead. He was surprised at how easy it was.
He recognized the officer's voice. "Load everything that looks human in a couple of amtracs and drag them to the disposal mart."
"Yes, sir."
Motors idling. Men lifting and grunting and cursing. Danton opened his eyes just a little, stared upward into the broad river of sky far up between the mountains:
"How many casualties?"
"Not bad. We lost a quarter maybe. We probably burned down a thousand Redbirds."
"Where do they all come from? We'll never kill them all. They keep coming and they'll always keep coming."