Wicked Hunter: A High Octane Action Thriller (Sam Wick Universe Book 6) by Chase Austin

Author:Chase Austin
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Thrillverse publishing
Published: 2019-05-31T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

ZAHOOR NOTICED the man before anyone else. The man running towards them as though his very life were at stake, waving his hands and calling out desperately, looking back every now and then like he was being hunted, his blood-soaked clothes, hands and face telling a compelling tale of survival even from afar. The other men in the caravan turned to look at him.

The scene was a shock for everyone else but for Zahoor, it was more than that. He had seen this before, with his own father. A wave of anger and fear rose in his chest.

Wick’s right foot hit an insignificant rock and his speed unraveled rapidly. He swerved in the air and landed flat on the uneven ground, but that didn’t stop him. His hands lifted him off the ground and his legs kicked the sand, propelling his body forward. His crawling soon turned into a struggle. Zahoor saw the man in trouble and his natural instinct was to step forward and help, but one of the boys grabbed his arm reminding him of his place.

Wick noticed Zahoor’s keenness and identified the benefactor who could help him get into the group without much resistance. He struggled to his feet and altered his course.

By the time he reached the caravan, he was panting hard, his heartbeat was through the roof, his eyes were watery, and his throat parched. He bent over, hands on knees, wheezing.

Zahoor could not resist this time. He stepped forward to help Wick but before he could grab him by the shoulder, Wick clutched Zahoor’s left hand. His eyes met with Zahoor’s who saw a pair of fearful brown eyes on a bloodied weather-beaten face. He signaled the nearest person to get some water. The boy, despite his reluctance, didn’t have the heart to refuse the visibly shattered man. He ran and got a small bottle of water. Zahoor handed it to Wick who took it gratefully and gulped it down in one breath, his eyes closed.

Wick splashed the last few drops on his face, getting rid of the blood from his eyelids.

“Thank you.” Wick’s eyes were moist with gratitude.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Omar from Mushan village. I went to Kandahar market, with my father, to sell our goats. On our way home, some local dacoits attacked us. We fought hard, but they had numbers on their side. They killed my father, but I managed to escape.” Wick’s sobs grew heavier as his story reached its sad ending. He could see Zahoor and the elders of the caravan shaking their heads in sympathy. “I just need to get to Zangabad, my maternal uncle lives there. Can you please take me with you to the village? It’s very near, but I’m scared they will find me again. Please, please help me.” Wick was on his knees, pleading with his hands folded. It was a gut-wrenching sight for everyone, a man pleading for his life.

The elders of the group glanced at each other. Wick watched them go into a huddle away from everyone, his eyes full of hope, his face wet with tears.

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