Rise From The Ashes: Lena's Story - Plot & Excerpts
He could smell his own stink as he stood taking a break in the shade. Sweat had soaked not only his shirt tight to him, but also his tan pants. He felt like his clothes were trying to strangle him. His lank curly hair was growing out long and dark. It was also soaked and smashed against his skull and cheeks. His body was as long and lank as his hair. He looked he was about to tip the scale into starving prison camp inmate. Just a little more to go and it would be deep enough. This was the eighth cache he had created. Each one about 4 feet down and 5 feet long. In them all were weapons of all kinds, a little gold, a little dried food and a pair of boots his own size. The Big Shit was going to hit the fan soon. If they could pull it off. He wasn’t part of them anymore, but he had known more of the language than they thought. Well, he could understand it, not speak it. Manny had spent 6 months that spring in Pakistan. He had been sent over, all expenses paid by Brambo, the mid-sized drug lord in eastern Columbia.
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