Courage In The Ashes by William W. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone [Johnstone, William W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Media Sci-Fi & Fantasy
Published: 1991-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

TWO

Lan Villar and his troops braced for a frontal attack that did not come.

“What the hell?” Lan said.

Ike, meanwhile, was busy sending planes and helicopters far to the south, securing the towns of Seward and Homer. Those two towns and the towns of Ninilchik and Kachemak were in Rebel hands almost before Lan and his troops knew what was happening. The Rebels then began advancing toward Lan on three fronts: north, up Highways 1 and 9, on both sides of the peninsula, and pushing south out of Anchorage.

“Son of a bitch!” Lan cussed.

Ashley chuckled with dark humor.

Parr was eating tranquilizers like candy. One of the outlaw bikers had smiled and winked and given the young punk a very large bottle of amphetamines. Parr began mixing the uppers and downers, producing wild mood shifts. He was now totally unpredictable.

Ashley sat in his office in Kenai and continued work on his memoirs. He planned to be typing away when the Rebels entered the town and shot him dead.

Khamsin now spent most of his time praying to Allah. It is unclear whether Allah heard his pleas, or not. If he did, he chose to ignore the ranting and ravings of the terrorist.

The Rebels blocked Highway 1 south just a few miles outside of Kasilof. From the east, the Rebels secured the town of Sterling after a minor firefight and waited.

“Why are they stopping their advance?” Khamsin paused in his praying long enough to ask. “Why are they doing this to us? Why don’t they come on and put an end to this game?”

Thousands of outlaws in and around the town of Kenai were asking the same questions.

“The Rebels are waiting for us to turn on each other,” Bonny Jefferson said, finally guessing the Rebels’ plan. “It’s the same shit they pulled up north.”

“We’re running out of food,” Moose added. “In a week we’ll be eating each other.”

“Then we’d be no better than them nasty Night People,” Jake said.

“Who says we are?” Ashley asked.

The Rebels moved closer, tightening the noose around the town. The outlaws tensed.

“They’re not going to risk a person,” Lan put it together. “They’re going to move artillery into place and blow us all straight to hell.”

Khamsin started flogging himself with a piece of rope, wailing out his prayers. He abruptly stopped as the sounds of big blades hammering the air reached the men.

“Gunships!” Lan yelled.

The words had just left his mouth when thirty helicopter gunships began raking the town with rockets, cannon and machine-gun fire. The gun-ships made one long pass at the town, then hammered away. Only the crackling of burning wood and the moaning of the wounded broke the deadly silence. The respite was very brief.

“Fire!” Ike gave the orders.

Every artillery piece at the Rebels’ command began thundering from the east and the south. Outlaw Foley was running from one building to another when he disappeared in a smear of blood as an 81mm mortar round landed two feet in front of him. One of Foley’s arms, neatly

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