![]() ![]() "I'm not afraid, if that's what you mean." "Oh, no, not afraid. He could just as easily have been another. He wore the tattered combat fatigues and the high filthy boots of all of them. Does it affect you the same as it does me? Each time, before I enter battle, my stomach grows very nervous, tense." Waller did not recognize this man. ![]() "No, not me, thanks." "The reason I ask," said the black man, "is because I wonder. "Would you care for something more to eat?" asked the stout, heavily muscled black man who crouched nearest to Waller. The nearest significant human habitation was a hundred miles from here. ![]() The moon, a thin crescent, hung low in the sky, while the stars burned with a splendor impossible to equal in any of the supposedly civilized centers of the world. Waller sat with his arms hugging his chest, trying not to shake or shiver. A cold wind whipped gently across the flat, desolate plain, as Calvin Waller patiently waited for the campfire to spring sufficiently to life before joining the other men crouched around the orange flames. Made prettier by use of EBook Design Group Stylesheet.įalling Toward Forever by Gordon Eklund CHAPTER ONE Despite the brutal, bristling heat that infected the savannah from dawn to dusk, the nights often turned rapidly chilly. ![]()
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