"Dance Of the Dead" - читать интересную книгу автора (Matheson Richard)

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Len with Barbara, Bud with Peggy.

Bud at the wheel, snapping around tilted curves, roaring up
black-shouldered hills, shooting the car across silent flatlands. At the top of
the three lungs (the fourth gentler), competing with wind that buffeted their
heads, that whipped their hair to lashing threadsЧsinging:

You can have your walkin' under MOONLIGHT BEAMS!

At a hundred miles an hour let me DREAM my DREAMS!

Needle quivering at 130, two 5-m.p.h. notches from gauge's end. A sudden
dip! Their young frames jolted and the thrown-up laughter of three was
wind-swept into night. Around a curve, darting up and down a hill, flashing
across a leveled plainЧan ebony bullet skimming earth.

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