Doomsday Warrior 16 - American Overthrow (25 page)

“God,” Rock groaned as he looked up at the slate clouds running in a river of angry darkness, galloping over the mountains in a life-threatening-stampede, “give me a break, will ya? ’Cause I’m sure as hell going to need one. We all are.”

Ahead the mountain ranges of winter ice beckoned like white torches as the thin sun streaking through the cloud cover stroked them with slashes of gold. Pretty, but deadly.

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