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reach Thief River Falls, where their trip is abruptly curtailed by their
confrontation with the enigmatic Watchers and the deadly Brutes. This
adventure is related in The Endworld Series #2: The Thief River Falls
Run. The Family Warriors, and a woman they rescue, a resident of the
Twin Cities, are injured in their fight with the Watchers, and they elect to
return to the Home to recuperate before attempting to reach the Twin
Cities.

Which brings us to: The Endworld Series #3: The Twin Cities Run .

Chapter One
"Did you guys just hear something?"

The four men stopped their activities and listened for a moment.

"I didn't hear a thing," the lean gunman in buckskins replied. His blue
eyes twinkled as he grinned at the beautiful, muscular woman standing
next to their vehicle. "You must be getting jumpy in your young age!" He
placed his hands on the pearl grips to his Colt Pythons, one revolver in a
leather holster on each hip, and chuckled. "I knew you'd get antsy," he
stated, "the closer we got to Home."

"I ain't jumpy, White Meat!" the woman responded indignantly. "I
thought I heard something move in the woods."

"Did you hear anything, Geronimo?" the blond Warrior asked one of his
friends.

Geronimo, a superb hunter and tracker, and the only member of the
Family with any vestige of Indian blood in his veins, shook his head.
"Nope. Sure didn't. But I was talking to Blade." His dark hair swayed as he
turned his head, his brown eyes probing the surrounding forest.

Blade, the head of the Warrior unit known as Alpha Triad, rose from
his kneeling position by the fire he was preparing for their midday meal.
His massive muscles rippled in the sunlight, his brawny hands hovering
near his prized Bowie knives, as he faced the woman. "Are you positive you
heard something, Bertha?" he demanded.

The dusky woman nodded, her curly hair bobbing. "I'm a soldier with
the Nomads, remember? I know my business," she affirmed with
conviction.

Blade ran his left hand through his wavy dark hair, his gray eyes
scanning the nearby trees. It was possible Bertha was mistaken. After all,
she had spent her entire life in the Twin Cities, and she was not
accustomed to the outdoors and the normal sounds associated with the
creatures inhabiting the tall timber.

"I wish we were back at our Home," the fifth and final constituent of