"David L. Robbins - Endworld 22 - Green Bay Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

If only he could find the Home!

He surveyed the dense woods ringing him on all sides and frowned.
Three weeks ago when he had departed Green Bay on his prized mare,
locating the Home had seemed feasible. Now, he felt as if he were looking
for the proverbial needle in a haystack. How could he hope to contact the
Family without the exact location of their compound? He'd known the
odds were against him when he started on his mercy mission, but he'd
always entertained the optimistic belief that he would succeed despite the
odds.

He had to succeed.

If he didn't, his wife and daughter were doomed.

A throaty growl sounded to his rear.

Startled, he spun and spotted a large gray wolf less than 15 feet away,
standing there and regarding him intently.

"Beat it!" he shouted, thinking the sound of his voice might drive the
animal off. "Go eat a rabbit!"

The wolf simply stood there, its black nose twitching, seemingly
unaffected by the blistering August heat despite its heavy grizzled gray
coat and long, bushy tail.
 "Leave me alone!" he bellowed. He took a step toward the wolf and
swung his rifle by the barrel. "Go!"

With an air of calm indifference, the wolf turned and padded softly into
the undergrowth. In seconds the vegetation closed around its streamlined
form.

But where were the others?

Were they preparing to attack?

He turned and resumed his trek to the northwest, ignoring the hunger
pains in his stomach. When was the last time he'd eaten? Two days ago?
Three? He shook his head, deciding his appetite didn't matter. He couldn't
afford to stop to eat with the wolves on his trail. Even if the wolves quit
their tireless, stealthy shadowing, he was reluctant to use his sole
remaining bullet on game.

Now what had he been thinking about before the wolf inter-rupted
him?

Oh, yes.