"Nocturnal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Montague Madelaine)

possibility.

If they hadnТt taken him completely off guard, he couldТve finished the bastard
before he left. Now he was wounded again, pretty fucking badly, he thought, if the blood
he was losing was any indication.

He couldnТt stop to examine it, though, because he could still hear them
following, could still hear a random shot from time to time as the trigger happy morons
spied something they thought might be him and fired at it. The darkness and the
thickness of the woods were his only allies and he had a feeling he was running out of
allies.

Almost on the thought he bounded from the woods and onto a narrow, two rut
track. Tall weeds sprouted from the soil on either side and along the narrow center strip,
but he was exposed and he bounded across the track and into the woods on the other side.

He paused there to catch his breath because he couldnТt do anything else. The
adrenaline that had kept him going thus far was rapidly draining away from him now and
he could feel weakness seeping into every muscle in his body. Panting for breath, he
tipped his head back to look up at the trees for cover.

He tamped the impulse. He would be too exposed. If he had been stronger, it
wouldnТt be such a bad idea. It would give him a vantage to watch for the hunters. It
would give him a strategic advantage if he was able to fight back, but he had a bad
feeling he would come out the loser in his current state.

Twisting his head to look back in the direction from which heТd come, he listened
intently. Sure enough, within a few moments, he heard the hunters trampling through the
brush in pursuit.

Uttering a mental curse, he looked at the track again.


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It might just lead back to the compound, but he didnТt think so. HeТd studied the
area pretty thoroughly over the past few weeks and he was fairly certain that this track
belonged to the woman heТd spotted a few times in his surveillance.

He didnТt trust the impulse that assailed him to seek her out, but he was pretty
much out of options unless he wanted to just lie down and let them finish him off.

A year ago, he wouldТve almost welcomed it. Hell, even six months ago.

He wasnТt ready to quit now, though. If he died, he meant to take that bastard
with him to hell.

Turning without even realizing he had made a decision, he began to head along
the edge of the track as quickly as he could. He didnТt trust the woman, not enough to go
to her for help, but she had several out buildings on her property. If he could just make it