Hussein did not remember falling down. He certainly did not remember passing out again. He knew only he’d reached a spot where the creek bed passed near a collection of thatched-roof huts, just as darkness fell. The huts seemed a likely spot to look for the gaalos, so he’d forced himself to keep ...
Gold didn’t care what aircraft watched that mountain; she was just glad something of value had resulted from what Parson called her temporary insanity. But he told her the MC-12 Liberty was a manned airplane—a heavily modified Beechcraft flown by a crew from the Mississippi Air National Guard. &n...