After the valley had been secured, men with axes and awls had hiked up inside the tree, set deep taps into the trunk, and drained large quantities of the priceless sap. At the tree, two small steel drums were being rolled out of the trunk's tunnel. Louis stopped in front of the last prisoner in the lineup.Įverything was running with a clockwork precision. The small Asian anthropologist had calmed significantly, eyes closed, lips moving in prayer, resigned. The two Rangers glared back at him murderously. Louis stared at his catch, slightly disappointed that they hadn't offered more of a challenge. These were not Carl Rand's eyes, his father's eyes. Louis pictured the old man sipping his neat bourbons. Louis remembered his elderly friend from the bar back at his hotel in French Guiana, the survivor of the Devil's Island penal system. He had clearly known inconsolable grief and somehow survived. government, there's enough firepower here to wipe out even a giant monster of a tree like this one:īut finally, it was those eyes, as hard as polished stone. Against the white bark of the trunk, the Rangers' remaining nine minibombs appeared like flat black eyes peering toward them. Raising an arm, Louis pointed back to the small group of men gathered around the giant tree. I swore as a gentleman that I wouldn't kill you or your friends. Louis removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his brow. ![]() I think that question should be answered by your companion here: Louis shook his head and took two steps to reach Sergeant Kostos. It was not a plea, but a simple question. What are you going to do with us? Nate said.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |