"David L. Robbins - Endworld 08 - Denver Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

"I heard him say his name," Geronimo remarked.

"Why do you have such strange names?" Mitchell ventured to inquire,
hoping if he kept the conversation going, if he kept them talking, they
might delay doing whatever they were going to do to him.

"Strange?" Hickok repeated. "What's so strange about our names?"

"I've never heard of anyone called Geronimo before," Mitchell
explained.

Geronimo straightened. "I selected my name in honor of a great Indian
who lived long, long ago in prewar times."

"You picked your own name?" Mitchell questioned in disbelief. "You
Family types sure are weird!"

"I thought you said you knew about our Family," Geronimo reminded
the youthful soldier.

"I know you have your compound in northwestern Minnesota," Mitchell
divulged. "We were told you're a pack of filthy degenerates, renegades
intent on murdering everyone in the Civilized Zone. The officers also told
us about the Warriors, about how you've slaughtered innocent woman and
children and done all kinds of terrible things."
 Hickok gazed at Geronimo. "Is this bozo for real?"

Geronimo's brow was furrowed in thought. "Evidently, the officers have
told the lower ranks lies about us."

"Why would they feed the troops a bunch of bull about the Family?"
Hickok asked, puzzled.

"Obviously, they want to insure that their troopers will hate us so
much, will consider us so despicable, so vile, we'll be shot on sight, no
questions asked," Geronimo reasoned.

"Mighty clever of the rascals," Hickok commented.

Geronimo stared at Mitchell. "It would seem you have a lot to learn
about our Family."

"I already know all I need to know," Mitchell responded defiantly.

"Which reminds me," Hickok stated. "There's something I need to know
from you."

"I won't tell you a thing!" Mitchell declared.

"I think you will," Hickok disagreed. His left hand slowly drew his left