The Hawker Series Volume Two by Randy Wayne White

Author:Randy Wayne White
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781504052443
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2017-07-27T00:00:00+00:00

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The guard captured him as he neared the main house. Hawker was doubly surprised because he had just checked the area ahead through the Star-Tron.

The guard must have been staked out behind the massive garage.

As Hawker edged along the side of the garage, a cold voice stopped him? “Freeze. Put down your weapon, then place your hands against the wall. Now.”

The voice came from about ten feet behind him. Hawker hesitated, then realized he had no choice. To try to shoot it out would have brought a dozen other guards on the run.

Slowly Hawker placed the Colt Commando on the ground, then leaned his hands against the side of the garage.

“The side arm, too, buddy. And that knapsack you’re carrying.”

There was a nervous quiver in the guard’s voice. Hawker found that reassuring. He lifted the Walther out of its little holster and dropped it in the dirt beside his pack.

Gravel crunched beneath the guard’s feet as he came closer. He kicked Hawker’s feet wider apart, then began to frisk him with his left hand.

Hawker knew it was now or never.

He waited until the guard ran his hand beneath his left armpit. When he did, Hawker locked down with his left arm and spun with all his weight. The guard was slammed into the wall, and Hawker immediately grabbed his right wrist and twisted the pistol away.

In that microsecond Hawker saw the guard’s mouth open wide to scream a warning.

But the warning was never voiced. Hawker slammed his right fist into the man’s face, then jumped on top of him when he hit the ground.

They wrestled violently in the sand, and then Hawker realized the guard now had a knife. It seemed to appear in his hand as if by magic. Hawker ducked away as it speared past his face, then he locked both hands on the guard’s right arm.

It was a five-second test of strength, which seemed to last forever. And, in fact, it did—for the guard.

The vigilante forced the blade of the knife downward, downward, downward. When the guard realized he was going to lose, his whole body gave a desperate jolt, trying to roll away from beneath Hawker.

But too late.

With an effort that made his muscles creak, Hawker forced the blade of the knife deep into the guard’s throat. The guard thrashed wildly in the sand as Hawker rolled away.

There was a raspy, deflating hiss, like a balloon losing air. The guard’s mouth worked, but no sound escaped.

Hawker realized his hands were wet and sticky: blood.

He wiped them on the guard’s fatigue pants, then waited for a long minute to make sure their fight had not drawn the attention of the other guards.

It hadn’t.

Now hurrying, Hawker pulled the guard’s body into the garage, then picked up his gear and moved on toward the main house.

The house looked even bigger now. A mansion in the tradition of the Old South. A spotlight at the base of the flagpole in the grassy circle out front showed the Lone Star banner of Texas.

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