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Оглавление“You and Mildred best head for cover.”
“Ryan, they’ll only hit us by accident with those oversize muskets,” Mildred replied.
“Mebbe, but it looks like some smaller craft are heading this way. Krysty, Mildred—git!”
“Come on.” Krysty grabbed Mildred’s wrist and dragged her toward the cabin.
She heard Ryan open fire, accompanied by staccato bursts from J.B.’s submachine gun. Given the range, the bobbing of the approaching war craft on the water and the complex movement of the Queen—pitching fore and aft as well as heeling to her right from the centrifugal force of the fastest left turn the vessel could manage—she doubted he’d be lucky to hit anything significant. Much less score another shot through a forward port to take the helmsman.
She and Mildred had almost reached the cabin when the return fire hit, roaring like an angry dragon. Stout planks suddenly erupted into fragments, almost in the redhead’s face.
And then the world vanished in a soundless white flash.
