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Denver Run
#8 in the Endworld series

by David L Robbins

Chapter One


The wind from the north was bitterly cold.

"Hurry it up," groused the tall soldier, his brown eyes scanning the
surrounding countryside, his cheeks stinging from the icy gusts, as he
stamped his booted feet again and again in an effort to keep the
circulation going.

One of the two troopers engaged in changing a rear tire on their jeep
glanced up at the speaker, scowling. "If you think you can do any better,
big mouth," he snapped, "be my guest!"

The first soldier shook his head. "You're doing just fine. What are you
getting so touchy about? I'm freezing, is all."

"And you think we're not?" demanded the second trooper, an older man
with a protruding paunch.

The third soldier looked up, glaring at both of them. "Will you two shut
the hell up? We'd get done a lot faster if you would stop your damn
bickering!"

"I just don't see why Brandon can't help," complained the second
soldier, arching his back to alleviate a cramp in his right hip as he
crouched next to the jeep.

"Somebody has to keep watch," stated the third trooper, removing the
punctured tire and placing it on the highway next to the lug nuts.

"Why can't I be the lookout?" demanded the second soldier.

Sighing, his black hair whipping in the breeze, the third soldier stared
at the second. "What the hell is the matter with you, Telford? You whine
more than anyone else I know. If you moved your arms as much as you
flap your gums, we would have been done by now."