Death Springs Eternal: The Rift Book III - Plot & Excerpts
Corky, awake just before dawn again, splashed it over his face, allowed it to soak his long beard. His hair hung down over his shoulders, almost reaching his stomach. He sat back and rubbed that stomach, noticing how much it had retreated from its former prominence. He’d lost so much weight that he might’ve actually appeared fit. He hadn’t looked that way since he was about twelve years old. Branches snapped behind him and he spun around, hand instinctively falling to his belt in search of his pistol. But of course the gun wasn’t there—he kept forgetting that. So he reached behind him, grabbed the tree branch he’d been using as a walking stick, and held it before him like a lance. Doug appeared from behind the trees, carrying a bundle of bloody fur. The young Marine tossed the thing to the ground. It bounced off a pile of dead leaves and rolled to a stop inches in front of Corky’s feet. “Rabbit,” the kid said. “I caught it, you skin it.” Corky’s mouth twisted into a frown.
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