Deathlands 24 Trader Redux by James Axler

Author:James Axler [Axler, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-28T20:22:31+00:00

Before Doc could reach her, Sukie Smith fell to the dirt, her head striking the sandy earth with a sickening thud. Her skirt rode up as she fell, reveling her naked thighs. Ane her jacket dropped open, showing Doc the great stain of fresh, bright blood across her chest.

Chapter Eighteen

There weren't many people in all of Deathlands better than Ryan Cawdor when it came to trying to cope with a sudden, horrific emergency.

But the monstrous earthquake that struck at their camp near the river at the bottom of the steep-sided canyon was so devastating that all his combat reflexes were useless. The natural laws of time and space seemed to dissolve around him.

For a moment it occurred to him that the scrambled-brain feeling wasn't unlike making a mat-trans jump while still remaining conscious.

It was total disorientation.

He could do nothing but close his eye and curl up and try to make his body limp.

And wait it out.

The quake probably lasted less than sixty seconds from the first paralyzing jolt of the deep-buried seismic plates to the time that the dust began to settle.

But the earth was still quivering and rolling as Ryan finally succeeded in getting to his feet, fighting for balance, rubbing dirt from his good eye. He looked around for the others, the heaving and pitching beneath his feet reminding him of being on a ship in the middle of the ocean.

"Fireblast!" he breathed, wincing at the deafening noise that surrounded him.

Ryan was suddenly aware of water around his feet, rising quickly to midealf. The place where he stood had been at the center of their camp and had been a dozen feet above the level of the nameless river.

He could just make out the noise of the horses, screaming in their terror. One of them had gone down, its hind legs crushed beneath a great slice of raw rock that had fallen from the cliffs above them. At first there was no sigh of Trader, J.B. or Abe.

Then he glimpsed Trader, Armalite slung over his shoulder, staggering toward him, his face gray with dust, eyes staring from a mask of shock. "Can't see others!" he shouted to Ryan. The water was still rising inexorably, helping to settle the whirling cloud of dirt. Three of the horsestwo of the pack animals and one of the saddle mares-breasting the river, battling back toward the northern bank, heads held high above the foaming current.

"Goin' to lose them!" Ryan yelled, grabbing Trader by the arm and pointing to the escaping animals.

A little way upriver, J.B. swung onto the bare back of another of the saddle broncs, a hat jammed on his head, despite the madness of the monster quake. Ryan watched as he urged his horse into the water, obviously bent on pursuing the fleeing animals.

A dead horse floated by, a raw stump of muscle and bone where its head should have been.

The noise level was easing, and the swaying and rippling of the ground was also becoming less.

"There's what's his name!" Trader bellowed, pointing with the muzzle of his blaster.

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