From the stage camp where he had intercepted Gerhard Fourie's convoythey followed the rutted tracks south and wes I'd recognize you anywhere, even after a ts time. They were on a grandstand, high above the world, and the sweepof their horizon was twenty miles or more, but there was as yet no signof the pursuit. Manfred De La Rey! The boy you were looking for in Windhoek.
As they died away the announcer spoke. Max Theunissen had only made the age limit by a few months. You'll not mention your bastard to me. He knew it was there; hehad seen it in Hendrick's eyes, just a flash of the violence and menaceand pow
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