"Michael Swanwick - Hunting the Great White" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swanwick Michael)

Kurz leapt to his feet, and began running toward his fallen prey, rifle in hand. Sometimes
they were only wounded. Sometimes they needed another shot.

"Please, please ..." Pablo begged, tugging at his sleeve. "Unicorn immortal. Please not!"

Kurz shoved him aside.

Then he had reached the fallen beast. He stood over it for a moment, admiring its
delicate features, the little tuft of beard, the single spiraled horn. It was a beautiful
creature. He wondered if heтАЩd just bagged the last of the species.