"Raymond Jones - Renegades of Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jones Raymond)

There was no solution except to crank up the ancient Chevy
Joe had bought from one of the original Forty Thieves when he
got out of the Army and make his way out to the old Huntington
place.

There, the uncle told Joe that Bill was up on top of the little
rise known as Huntington's Hill. Alone in the snowstorm on the
Hill, Bill was bareheaded and in shirtsleeves. The whole top of
the Hill seemed faintly illuminated by a ghostly, silvery column of
light. And Joe had the impression that, somehow, it wasn't
snowing where Bill was.

Bill Bradley stood perfectly motionless, his feet spread apart
and his face upturned to the sky with expectancy. Then he saw
Joe Simmons. An expression of mixed rage and horror exploded
on his face. He flung an arm in Joe's direction. "Get back! Get
back, you fool!" Then he looked up once more and gestured
frantically to the cloud-covered sky. "Normalize time!
NormalizeтАФ! InterferenceтАФinterferenceтАФ!"

Joe stopped, watching the frantic gestures and hearing the
words of Bill Bradley. Joe was now hi an area entirely free of
snow. When he looked up at the sky overhead he could see flakes
that seemed to vanish as they came near the Hill. He felt himself
bathed in a column of warm, silvery light.

But the desperation in Bill's voice convinced Joe there was
danger. He hesitated, then backed a dozen steps. Near the edge
of the snow-free circle he turned and started to run.

It was like hitting a brick wall. There was nothing there but
the edge of the column of light, yet he was hurled back and
thrown to the ground. He was conscious of a moan of despair
from where he had last seen Bill Bradley. He twisted to look In
that direction.

That was when he saw the giant twisted palm and felt the
stinging cold raindrops of the alien jungle. A placeтАФa worldтАФhe
had never seen before.

He heard the voice then. He afterwards thought it like the
voice of angels. But it was uttering a stream of vituperation that
would have had to be an angel swearing.

He opened his eyes again to this unlikelihood and stirred in
the shallow puddle. Twenty feet away a girl stood watching and
reviling him in that golden voice.

He didn't catch all she said. She seemed to be using a dozen