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Adam Steele 33: The Valley of the Shadow. Adam Steele, #33
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- ISBN8215229293
- EAN9798215229293
- Date de parution01/10/2023
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- ÉditeurWMG Publishing
Résumé
For two bright kids traveling West with their parents in a covered wagon, there's plenty to see, moving slowly through the country, making camp at a different place every night: strange birds and flowers, animal life. The wild and wilderness scenery. All in all a whole lot of interesting stuff. Like right now they were peering down at a most intriguing trailside discovery. At something they'd never seen before.
But knew pretty well what it was. A dead man. Called Adam Steele. Filthy dirty, clothes sweated and grimed, blood, black and congealed, soaked through across the chest, a rope burn around the neck, flies gathering. Not too hard for a couple of bright kids to identify. Except that even the most careful observer can make a mistake. Not dead. Just as near as dammit. Just enough life to feel the agony that seared through him at every shallow rasping breath.
Not knowing that the kids had a father, a doctor, who might just be able to patch him up enough to face a hanging.
But knew pretty well what it was. A dead man. Called Adam Steele. Filthy dirty, clothes sweated and grimed, blood, black and congealed, soaked through across the chest, a rope burn around the neck, flies gathering. Not too hard for a couple of bright kids to identify. Except that even the most careful observer can make a mistake. Not dead. Just as near as dammit. Just enough life to feel the agony that seared through him at every shallow rasping breath.
Not knowing that the kids had a father, a doctor, who might just be able to patch him up enough to face a hanging.
For two bright kids traveling West with their parents in a covered wagon, there's plenty to see, moving slowly through the country, making camp at a different place every night: strange birds and flowers, animal life. The wild and wilderness scenery. All in all a whole lot of interesting stuff. Like right now they were peering down at a most intriguing trailside discovery. At something they'd never seen before.
But knew pretty well what it was. A dead man. Called Adam Steele. Filthy dirty, clothes sweated and grimed, blood, black and congealed, soaked through across the chest, a rope burn around the neck, flies gathering. Not too hard for a couple of bright kids to identify. Except that even the most careful observer can make a mistake. Not dead. Just as near as dammit. Just enough life to feel the agony that seared through him at every shallow rasping breath.
Not knowing that the kids had a father, a doctor, who might just be able to patch him up enough to face a hanging.
But knew pretty well what it was. A dead man. Called Adam Steele. Filthy dirty, clothes sweated and grimed, blood, black and congealed, soaked through across the chest, a rope burn around the neck, flies gathering. Not too hard for a couple of bright kids to identify. Except that even the most careful observer can make a mistake. Not dead. Just as near as dammit. Just enough life to feel the agony that seared through him at every shallow rasping breath.
Not knowing that the kids had a father, a doctor, who might just be able to patch him up enough to face a hanging.
