Ardennes Sniper: A World War II Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
At the same time, he was well aware that Cole was no rabbit. He was something with teeth and claws and fangs. He also carried a high-powered rifle, and he was a very good shot. Von Stenger could be walking right into a trap. Cautiously, with his Russian rifle at the ready, Von Stenger began to follow the American’s tracks through the snow. Moving quietly was almost impossible. Every step crunched. A branch cracked underfoot. He paused to listen. Heard nothing. Either Cole had managed to levitate himself and float across the snow, or he was too far ahead for Von Stenger to be able to hear him. He focused on the trees ahead, but it was hard to see anything except a puzzle of gray and white. Again, he kept his eyes attuned to movement, any flicker that might give his target away. Truth be told, Von Stenger did not particularly enjoy the woods and fields. While he had spent his share of time hunting—and then fighting—in forests and mountains, he supposed that he preferred pavement.
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