"David L. Robbins - Endworld 03 - Twin Cities Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)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." 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 |
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