Brenda Novak [Hired Guns 01] White Heat (epub)

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.“I have the mark,” Ethan informed Manson.“My people will freely take it upon themselves.They will be God’s avengers against the wicked.They will avenge you.”That was where the brand came in, Rachel mused.He went on to quote verse 17.And thus I saw the horses in the vision, and them that sat on them, having breastplates of fire, and of jacinth, and brimstone: and the heads of the horses were as the heads of lions; and out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone.“You will be free,” Ethan promised Manson.“I will make you free.” He’d closed that particular letter by quoting one last verse.And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth: and to him was given the key of the bottomless pit.“You have passed that key to me.”“‘You have passed that key to me,’” Rachel repeated.What did he mean by that? Did he feel as if he was taking over where Manson had left off?That was a terrifying thought….She chewed anxiously on her lip as she read the only letter in the pile that had been written by Manson.“You know, a long time ago being crazy meant something.Nowadays everybody’s crazy.And you’re crazier than them all.”Some sort of drink had been spilled on the bottom half, making the rest impossible to read.That was disappointing, especially because Ethan’s next letter revealed growing frustration.It seemed to be in response to Manson’s rebuke, or maybe there’d been a letter or two in between; the dates were three months apart.The gist of what he’d written suggested that Manson wasn’t living up to his prophet status, wasn’t guiding young Ethan as he wanted to be guided.Ethan was getting angry.“You and all those Beatles songs, man.What was with that? What did the Beatles have to do with God? You’re full of shit, you know? Yellow Submarine, my ass.Where were you when Helter Skelter started? Safe at the ranch.”Did that mean Ethan would be a different kind of leader? One who actively participated instead of watching from afar?“The only thing you had right were the women.The women are where it’s at.”Twisting her new wedding ring around her finger, Rachel read that line for the third time.Ethan had a fascination with women, probably because he felt more capable of bending them to his will.His mother had defended him and protected him against his father’s criticism, hadn’t she? Maybe he thought he could manipulate all women as easily as he’d manipulated his mother.That was why she should do this job by herself.She had a better chance of appearing pliable without a hulking male at her side.And once she gained Ethan’s trust, it’d all be over.She’d bust him like she had so many drug dealers, shut him down as quickly as possible, so none of the other women in his commune would suffer as Martha Wilson had suffered.She could imagine victory, but the satisfying image dissipated as the clock on the wall continued to tick.Five hours and counting…It was too late to fight Milt’s insistence that Nate go with her.In this part of the desert, night was nearly as hot as day.And the air hung heavy.There wasn’t so much as a slight breeze or a rustle—just the scrape of Bartholomew’s shovel.His efforts, sounding abnormally loud because of the silence and the rockiness of the soil, made him wince with each scoop.A tent filled with his fellow Covenanters stood only a few yards away.If someone woke and heard him, came to investigate, he’d have an even bigger problem on his hands….But he wasn’t accustomed to this type of labor, and at forty-seven he was no longer young.Digging strained his back and made his arms feel so weak he could hardly keep going.Taking a break to conserve his strength and catch his breath, he leaned on the shovel and gazed toward the little cemetery on the hill, half a mile or so away.It’d been established when Paradise was built as a mining town back in the early 1900s and it still had some of the old headstones jutting out of the bare soil beneath a paloverde tree.Thanks to a bright moon, Bart could almost make out the largest one.Except for the fact that the ground would be even harder, he wished he could dig this grave out there.But burying Courtney Sinclair beyond the fence that encircled the commune wasn’t safe.It would be much more difficult to keep track of who came and went.What if someone noticed the disturbed earth and told Courtney’s parents? They’d already come to Paradise several times, looking for their daughter.Ethan had covered well, but Bartholomew had a feeling the situation was far from over.The Sinclairs weren’t going to give up and go away.Maybe Courtney claimed to have been unloved, that her parents were the worst parents ever, but her mother, at least, seemed quite devoted.That just went to show that the girl didn’t have a clue about people.She was—had been, Bartholomew corrected as he glanced with distaste at the limp figure wrapped in a blanket at his feet—barely seventeen.But he’d tried to warn her.She wouldn’t listen.The Sinclairs no doubt had the same problem with her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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