The Drake Odyssey - Softcover

Ralls, James G.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1467052396 ISBN 13: 9781467052399

Verlag: AuthorHouse, 2011

Inhaltsangabe

ABOUT THE BOOK Glen's quiet and peaceful retirement is rudely interrupted when he interferes with the torture of an innocent victim by three assailants. His involvement casts him into an adventure of intrigue and treasure, along with Lily, the Sheriff, that will test their faith and character and lead them into a relationship that is as surprising as it is wonderful. Their response to a call of duty will place not only themselves in danger but also all of those who they care for. Walk with them and see how ordinary people may be called upon to perform extraordinary events!

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The Drake Odyssey

By James G Ralls

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Contents

THE AMBIANCE.........................................1SMOKE!!..............................................3THE RESCUE...........................................7THE DEPUTIES.........................................10THE SHERIFF..........................................16UNCLE CLINT..........................................21THE MOUNTAIN.........................................29THE PROFESSOR........................................41DRAKE................................................48THE BAY..............................................55THE LONG HAUL........................................57THE MOMENT!..........................................63THE MORNING..........................................66NORMAN ROCKWELL, SAWDUST AND CAT.....................74IT IS UNCLE CLINT!...................................88RETURN TO THE MOUNTAIN...............................92THE MUSEUM...........................................98ABOUT THE AUTHOR.....................................107ABOUT THE BOOK.......................................109

Chapter One

THE AMBIANCE

Dragonflies and hummingbirds skim and dart around the flowers of my garden, not unlike the children of our county fair who rush to the corn dog and cotton candy vendors. All want the sweetness and flavor of tastes that satisfy and quench all of our insatiable desires.

And indeed, I am not unlike the children and dragonflies and humming birds, for I desire the cool sweet, snow-melted waters that pour over my hot and worn-out feet that have taken me over miles of hard terrain to reach this almost cathedral place in the high Sierras. It has been a long and difficult trek to reach this point. I enjoy this sensation! A sensation of aches and pain earned by the toil and sweat of exploring sights and scenes that some may only ever see in travel magazines and documentary films. And why not enjoy these sensations? I am old, by most of today's standards. But it is good that I am now retired and have the time to enjoy these long treks that I once made as a young man in the mountains of New Mexico. These young people's ideas of fun and adventure run contrary to mine. I find my personal achievements and goals of mind over body to be greater than mind over a computer game or contest of wit and skill.

Well, for the moment, the cool waters of the high Sierras are cooling my feet; my camp is ready for the night. And I have prepared the canned chunk white chicken, mustard, crackers and canned mandarin oranges for my evening meal. The sun setting in the west has prepared the perfect evening with scarlet skies and a cool breeze to chill my tent. Ahh! The ambiance! I have a good life!

Evening falls, my vision of the skies are almost blurred by older eyes that see the stars in duplicate. But, instead of a five-star hotel tonight, I enjoy a room with at least a million stars. And, indeed, I have a good life.

Sleep, deep wonderful sleep, so uncommon to many of us. Shameful that it escapes us so often. But on that one and so infrequent occasion that it does happen to us, it is so wonderful. We have to get away from all that bothers us to enjoy it. And here, in that almost magical, almost elusive, and almost impossible moment, it happened to me. A quiet wonderful night of sleep! But the awakening was horrid!

Chapter Two

SMOKE!!

No! I did not light a fire! But I smell smoke! And voices, loud voices, unfriendly voices! Quickly, I reach for the zipper of my bag and reach for my boots and pants! My experiences in the military and Viet Nam still cause me to prepare to be ready to go at a moment's notice! All that I need is ready and by my side! Clothing, boots, knife, and that unused and untested Colt 45 that I carry to ward off that very old mountain lion or bear—too old to hunt for its usual quarry and may want an unsavory and unusual human being for lunch! I am ready in just moments! But this is not wild animals that I am concerned about! Animals do not light a fire! And, as for humans? Who in their right mind would light a fire here in the high Sierras with the fire danger so high?

I listen, and I wait. Those sounds and scents are coming from over the granite rocks that I slept underneath last night! And the sounds—are those of anger and torture. I have heard those sounds before in Viet Nam. The interrogation of prisoners! Damn! Memories blocked out for years are suddenly flooding over me as I listen to behavior and violence that is incomprehensible. I dare to look over the granite and witness the scene. Three men are looking down on the prostate figure of an old man! Cursing and kicking him, they are exhorting him to talk! But talk about what?

"Screw you, you old man! You are not faking a heart attack on me! Get up and keep going or you'll die right here!" Words spoken by a tall blonde-haired man who is stepped back, but apparently in control of the other two men who are with him.

Another man, shorter than the tall blonde, but of significant size and stature, looks over the tortured body of the old man on the ground. He is stout, shaved head, and every bit the look of someone you would not want to encounter. Perhaps a retired boxer or professional wrestler that took an easier job than performing for the public. His fists are clinched. Fists of stone! And then he reaches down, grabs the old man by the throat, lifts him, and, yes! The fists of stone resonate against the Sierras as he drives them into the old man's body! Oh, God!

I cringe, and drop to my knees behind the granite. A coward I am! What can I do? So, I listen. The torture goes on. Suddenly, I stand and with that untested Colt 45, walk suddenly toward the trio of torturers! What in hell am I doing? One lesson of combat is that you never go into combat with an untested weapon. This old 45 has not been fired in decades! After Viet Nam, I swore that I would never raise a weapon against any living thing again. But suddenly I find myself raising that weapon in the air and pulling the trigger! It fired! And just as suddenly and surprisingly to the trio of torturers, I have the muzzle of that old reliable Colt 45 in the face of the tall blonde man.

They are more stunned than I am! Here in the high country of the Sierras, they thought they were alone in their misdeeds and torture of this old man lying at their feet.

I closed the distance between them and myself purposefully! Pull your enemy up to your belt buckle as quickly as possible. If you retreat, you are in their kill zone! How did they not know I was camped so close to them? My targets are already selected. The tall blonde facing the muzzle of my Colt 45, the shaved-headed fists of stone captured in my peripheral vision, the mouse-faced man with sharp-pointed nose also in my vision. But the point of my attack is the tall blonde man who is so obviously in control of the others. 'Hope to hell I am right!! And I am constantly and continually looking into his eyes!

"Thor?" the shaved-headed man says. Obviously, awaiting a command to attack me!

"Tell your dog to stand down or your blonde-headed scalp will be scattered all over these mountains!" I say with as clear and authoritative voice as I can raise to the blonde-headed man.

I am standing in front of him. Close enough to have him fully locked in my sights, but just far enough away to avoid his swinging his arms to knock my weapon away or swinging...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: AuthorHouse
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2011
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1467052396
• ISBN 13: 9781467052399
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 120
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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