Wind-Gone-Mad (Stories from the Golden Age) by L. Ron Hubbard

Author:L. Ron Hubbard [Hubbard, L. Ron]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Adventure, Action & Adventure
ISBN: 9781592128013
Publisher: Galaxy Press LLC.
Published: 2009-10-10T10:00:00+00:00

Tah stood on his pack and thrust his rifle toward the gray figures which grew closer every second. His finger pressed the trigger. The recoil almost knocked him away from the parapet. He slammed another shell into the barrel. He tried to aim but the gun shook. He pressed the trigger, loaded, pressed the trigger. The gray figures were close to the trench. Out of the corner of his eye, Tah saw Trivenak spin around and crumple into the trench, half his face gone. Tah’s rifle grew hot. He couldn’t see the sights. Clip after clip he tore off the bandolier and rattled into the magazine. Tears were blinding him. The acrid taste of smokeless powder was in his mouth. Load and fire! Load and fire! On his right, Wung cried out. Tah turned to see the child clutch at the sandbags, and then hurtle onto the dusty floor. Load and fire! The gray figures were almost to the trench. Tah could see them falling here and there, but the tide swept on over the bodies. Load and fire! Tsing snatched at his arm, tried to say something. Tsing coughed and thick blood drooled out of his mouth. Tsing’s face fell forward against the wall. Tah heard the death rattle. Load and fire! A huge face leered in back of a bayonet. The bayonet was coming nearer, nearer. The bayonet was long, a thousand miles long. There was red on the end. Tah felt the icy, burning steel rasp against the bones in his chest. The leering face was tugging at the rifle. Tah’s body surged back and forth as the face tried to free the bayonet. There was a sheet of flame as the face pulled the trigger. The rifle came free. Burning powder was eating at Tah’s little face. He fell back into the trench across the body of Wung. There was the sky above, all blue and clean. Tah retched. His breast was on fire. Huge waves of rugged pain clutched at his heart. He felt dust beneath his blackened fingers. His little hand plucked at it weakly. There was the sky above, all blue and clean. He couldn’t think. A top spun before his eyes. Tsing’s top. He would wake up in a minute and go to school. The pain tore at his heart. There was a black cloud up there now. He tried to move. Dust was everywhere. Black dust settling across his eyes. His heart didn’t hurt now. The dust settled more thickly. He felt himself falling, falling, falling. Black dust. Falling, falling. Everything would be all right in a moment.

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