Range E-Book

Andrew Davie

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Herb Lawson has just finished a tour in Vietnam. Returning to Hell's Kitchen in New York City, he finds work as an apprentice jeweler and bets heavily with a feared loan shark.

Soon after, Herb is contacted by his former Sgt. Matthew Rainwood, who recruits Lawson to become a mercenary in Africa to protect ranchers during the Zimbabwe war of independence. With the help of a fixer, who provides them with arms and intelligence, Lawson and Rainwood help a family of five British expatriates while attempting to adjust to life after and during wartime.

Along the way, Lawson must address the consequences of gambling, allegiances, and death. But can he defeat his inner demons?

Leseprobe

RANGE

ANDREW DAVIE

CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Range

About the Author

Copyright (C) 2022 Andrew Davie

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2022 by Next Chapter

Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Edited by Charity Rabbiosi

Cover art by Michaela Jacinto

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

For Owen and Simon

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you, Heather and Jan for reading earlier drafts and providing feedback. Thank you, Bryant for the story about cuisine, and Chris for the copyedits. Thank you, Miika and the Next Chapter team.

1973

The plane banked with the turbulence, and almost everyone on the flight grabbed their arm rests. The exceptions included a few soldiers Lawson could only imagine were pilots who’d seen much worse up close. They weren’t even phased. The other soldiers who hadn’t reacted may have previously been considered for section eights and would never be able to adjust to life back in the world.

“Get you somethin, hon?” the stewardess said.

Lawson looked over. She was standing in the aisle directly next to him. He hadn’t even heard her approach. If he’d still been in the jungle, he would have been dead.

“Coke, please.”

She filled a cup with ice and popped the top off a bottle. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and very angular features. She wouldn’t have been a pin up girl, but she was attractive. More importantly, she was the first American girl Lawson had seen in months. Up close, the bright colors of her uniform bordered on overpowering. Still, though.

“I’m Lawson,” he began to say then added, “Herb.”

“Cheryl. Nice to meet you.”

She handed him the coke. Her smile was something else. Lawson didn’t believe there was a real connection; he knew she genuinely cared about the boys coming back home, and her kindness hadn’t been forced. He also knew she would smile like that at everyone who spoke with her. He laughed. it would take him a while to get used to saying Herb again.

He watched Cheryl move further down the aisle and took a sip of his drink.

It felt like only yesterday he was short twenty days and going out on his final patrol before his team leader, Matthew Rainwood, who said Lawson would be put on administrative duties. They may have needed every able body in the field, but Rainwood looked out for his guys especially if they were that short.

Lawson drank more of his soda, pinched the bridge of his nose, and shut his eyes. He had allowed himself time before he left to process everything. He knew if he thought about it again he’d lose it, and that was the last thing he needed, to lose it during the fourth hour of a fifteen hour flight. Lawson managed to white knuckle through the desire to contemplate the uncertainty of his future, and instead focused on his final patrol.

The team had been just within the cover of the jungle, but they had a clear view of the bridge and road. Intel had come down that the bridge was being used for enemy activity and needed to be leveled. The squad was going to assess the situation and quarterback an air strike.

“Toss it,” Rainwood had said.

As their team leader, Rainwood had been responsible for everything. He took care of the recon team, and even though he was roughly the same age, he’d become a father figure to most of them. A member of the Mashantucket Pequot tribe, he took pride in his heritage, though he’d had to keep a standard military style haircut, forgoing his usual style which hung down to his ribs.

Sal Raskavanitch, the assistant radio operator had the best arm, so he would throw the smoke. Raskavanitch was from some Midwest town outside of Chicago. He said he’d been scouted by some colleges to play center field. No one believed it until one day, while filling sandbags, he launched a stone into the jungle. They didn’t know how far it had gone but was enough to confirm he’d probably been telling the truth.

“I got three to one it gets caught in the branches,” Lawson said. He was the point man from New York City: Hell’s Kitchen. A degenerate gambler, he’d bet on everything, but he kept things light and was as solid as they came.

Raskavanitch threw the smoke cannister which cleared the trees and landed exactly where it was supposed to.

“Damn,” Lawson said after the throw. “I guess they really know how to grow ‘em in Pea Pod,” he added.

“Paw Paw,” Raskavanitch said.

Within a moment, the cannister begin emitting a thick cloud of purple smoke.

“Echo Tango this is Alpha Foxtrot, we’ve popped smoke,” Jeremiah Jackson, the radio operator said. Jackson had black square frame glasses which made his eyes look twice their normal size. He was given to most superstitions imaginable, and before every patrol, went through a ritual that ended with him kissing the crucifix he wore around his neck.

The Forward Air Controller had already given them their options of aircraft in the vicinity, and soon an F4 would arrive and Napalm the area.