He flung her saddlebags underhand at the tall Coastie, sending him stumbling backwards. At the same moment, he began to charge the second. He didn’t have cleats, but the Vibram soles of his hiking boots were almost as good—two steps, and he pistoned his left arm out, rotating from the hip to throw his full body weight into the straightarm push. He caught the second man in the sternum before he could utter a single sound. 