Chapter One
HE WAS RUNNING HARD, BULLETS
embedding in things all around him. He
couldn't see who was shooting, and he had no weapon to return fire.
The woman next to him was his wife. The young girl next to her was
their daughter. A bullet sliced through his wife's wrist, and he
heard her scream. Then a second bullet found its target and his
wife's eyes widened slightly. It was the split second bulge of the
pupils that signaled death before one's brain could even register
it. As his wife fell, he raced to his little girl's side to shield
her. His fingers reached for hers but missed. They always missed.
He awoke and sat straight up, the sweat trickling down his cheeks
before finally creeping onto his long, bushy beard. He poured a bit
of water from a bottle over his face, letting the cool drops push
away the heat filled pain of his recurrent nightmare.
As he got up from the bed, his leg brushed against the old box he
kept there. He hesitated and then lifted the top off. Inside was a
ragged photo album. One by one he looked at the few pictu ...
read full excerpt from The Camel Club ebook
