Another mile further on, Patrick Bardwell pulled over into a gateway selected at random. He hopped nimbly down from the cab and opened the back door. The trio of Herdwick ewes he’d taken hostage scrambled out without further invitation, fleeing into the open field.
Underneath the Land Rover, wrapped in the remains of Bardwell’s ghillie suit, clipped neatly into its custom bracket, the Barrett lay hidden and secure.