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

"тАж but I know they're telling the truth," she resumed in a subdued
voice. "They've drug me all over creation looking for their missing clan
ever since we came back here to Fox and discovered no one here."

"How long have they had you?" the stranger inquired.

"Over two weeks," Sherry replied, glaring up at Grant.

"Have they abused you?" the newcomer demanded, his tone harsh and
grating.

Sherry attempted to answer, but the disgusting memories overwhelmed
her, her eyes moistening at the corners, and she simply nodded.
 "Figured as much." The stranger stared at Grant and the other Troll. "If
you don't know where the rest went, you're of no further use to me."

"What do you plan to do?" Grant asked a shade nervously.

The buckskin-clad gunman glanced at Sherry. "Get out of the way.
Don't stand up! You'll be in my line of fire. Roll to one side, away from
them, and then stand," he directed.

Sherry obeyed.

"Now," the stranger said to the Trolls, "the next step is all yours. I'll let
you make the first move."

"What if we just turn and walk away?" Grant offered hopefully.

"I'll shoot you in the back," the gunman promised.

Grant looked at his companion and nodded. The eldest Troll began to
circle the fire to his left, hefting his axe. Grant walked to his right,
gripping his rifle.

The newcomer remained immobile.

"You have a name?" Grant asked, his right hand inching toward the
trigger on the Glenfield. There was already a round in the chamber.

"Hickok," the buckskin-clad man replied.

"Well, Hickok," Grant stated, trying to distract the gunman with
conversation as he came around the fire, "I find it hard to believe most of
my brother Trolls have been killed. What about our leader, Saxon? What
happened to him?"

"A friend of mine turned him from a bull into a heifer," the stranger
recounted, still making no move toward his guns.