"Will Hubbell - Cretaceous Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hubbell Will)

"Dammit, Tom!" said Rick irritably. "If your snooping spoils this for me, I'll never forgive you. You forget,
I saw the pictures. I believe they're real. I'll risk being fooled over missing out. This is a dream come
true."

"I'm sorry," said Tom. "It's just seems so improbable."

He browned some cubed beef among the onions and chil-ies, then began adding spices.
Rick silently watched his brother cook, the smells bringing back memories of so many meals together.
After a while, he broke his silence. "What's the point in fooling me?" he said. "If this were a hoax, why
trick a college student? No one would believe me. You don't. What would they gain?"

"I have no idea," admitted Tom. "It just bothers me. Are you sure you'll be all right?"

"Of course."

"All the same, could you leave me your flight infor-mation and destination? I'd feel better."

Rick decided not to tell Tom he didn't know his final destination. "Sure," he said, "I'll leave it in my room.
If there's an emergency, you have the key."

Tom cut open a plastic pouch of tomatoes and another of beans, then added them to the meat. After
some more stirring, he turned the heat down and covered the pot. "This can simmer for a while," he said,
taking a beer from the fridge and heading out of the small kitchen to-ward the living room. He sat down
on the couch, and Rick sat down in an armchair close by. "Okay," said Tom, "I'll stop being a party
poop. Tell me about this trip."

Rick's eyes lit up with excitement. "The woman I talked to didn't seem to know a lot about the place
we're going to, but she showed me two datacam disks, and I learned a lot from them. The images of the
dinosaurs were definitely Upper CretaceousтАФTriceratops and the like."

"Are we talking K-T boundary here?" teased Tom.

"Come on, they have more sense than that. With mil-lions of years' worth of sites to choose from, do you
think they would open their resort at the time of the impact?"

"A resort!" exclaimed Tom incredulously. "Someone builds a time machine and the best thing he can do
with it is open a resort?"

"If you saw the island, it wouldn't seem so far-fetched. It's beautiful. There hasn't been anyplace like it
since the seas rose. Everything's pristine, unspoiled. They're get-ting a million Euros for a reservation."

Tom whistled. "That's more than my department's budget. This Green sounds pretty mercenary."

Rick shrugged. "He probably has a lot of expenses."

"Do you have any idea where this island's located?" asked Tom.

"They say it's in the Montana Sea."

"Never heard of it. Sounds more like advertising copy."