"David L. Robbins - Endworld 04 - The Kalispell Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

this stranger, but something in the newcomer's manner deterred him.

"You're Trolls," the stranger stated. "The slime of the earth. Scum.
VerminтАж"

"Liar!" the youngest Troll screamed, throwing his right arm back, the
one with the spear. "Liar!"

He never completed the throw.

Grant saw the newcomer's hands flicker and the revolvers were in his
hands, appearing faster than the eyes could follow. The two shots sounded
as one, and the youngest Troll was flung backward, the rear of his head
exploding blood and brains and hair in every direction.

Grant held his breath, afraid to move.

As miraculously as they were drawn, the revolvers were returned to
their holsters.

"As I was saying," the stranger continued, "you're Trolls. If you've
survived, then others have too. Where are they?"
 "Survived?" the eldest Troll interrupted. "What do you mean?"

"Obviously, you weren't here when some of my friends and I took on
your buddies," the newcomer explained. "Your buddies lost."

"I don't understand," the graying Troll said, looking at Grant.

Grant did. "You mean you killed them all?" He couldn't believe it.

"Not all," the stranger reiterated. "You've survivedтАж"

"But we weren't here!" Grant declared.

"Case in point. Some of those who were here managed to escape, and
I'm looking for them. Where are they?" The newcomer moved a step closer
to the fire.

"I don't know," Grant admitted. "We've been looking for them too."

"You expect me to believe you?"

"He's telling the truth." Sherry, still on the ground, spoke up.

The stranger glanced at Sherry. "You're backing his play?"

Sherry shook her head. "No. I hate them as much as youтАж"

"Bet me!" the newcomer snapped, cutting Sherry off.