“She got a hand on one of the steel rungs welded to the back of it and clung like a monkey. Her right leg flopped down off the bumper. The toe of her shoe kissed the road winding by below. She felt a terrible tug for a moment, then yanked her foot back up onto the bumper by sheer force of will. She may not have had the upper-body strength of even a substantially smaller man, but Annja was still strong. She got her other hand on a rung and hauled herself upright. Riding hard alongside the bumper’...s left side, Johnny gave Annja a grin and a thumbs-up. And out of the grassland came George Abell, his ridiculous feather bonnet flapping behind him, straight into Johnny’s blind spot. Annja screamed and pointed. Abell swung a hatchet in a gleaming silver arc. It struck Johnny on the back of his head. He fell off his bike, narrowly missing the tank-truck’s bumper, to roll over and over in the road. Annja heard the Horses scream in rage. Abell accelerated rapidly away cross-country as bullets cracked around his feathers.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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