Clips from 'Seventh Man' and 'Blood Crow.'
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This is an excerpt from the audiobook. The Seventh Man, a novel by Max Brand. Ben Swan. The ranch foreman heard a knocking at his front door late one night and came downstairs to find out who was there. Throwing open the door. He was confronted by a group of strangers. Get a lot, said one of these. Run for it. Get a light, start a fire me damn quick about it. And who the **** much, you gents be queried Ben Swan, leaning against the side of the doorway to dicker. Throw that pool on his head, said one of the strangers. And go on inlay. Stand aside, said the other, and swept the door knob out of Ben's grip, flattening bend himself against the wall while he struggled there, gasping, a man and a woman slipped past him. Tell him who we are, said the woman's voice. We'll go in the living room, buck and start a fire. The strangers apparently knew their way, even in the dark. For presently, he heard the scraping of wood on the hearth in the living room. It bewildered Ben Swan. It was dream like this sudden invasion. Now who the devil are you? He found himself confronted by one of the largest men he had ever seen. Ah Lian in face, vaguely familiar yearly. Haines, he gasped. What are you doing here? Your swan. The foreman Archer said Haynes will come out of your dream man. The owner of the ranch is in the living room. Guilt. Gil Cumberland Dead stammered Ben Swan. This is an excerpt from Blood Crow Copyright 2014 by Cleave Silk Ox on a heap of twisted death across. It's all bloody and wet from his beak. Red threads hanging black Pearl Isa calling. He sang You men of north and south kill each other. There's no doubt I feed my Children with your remains on the rocks Lay your blood and vain Into the night and into the day The crow keeps calling All along the way. Battles fought on bloody fields. Soldiers came refusing to yield. Land was raped. Young women folk to some fought back. Families were few in a swamp. A legend was born on her back. Wedding gown, thorn blood lusting soldiers with nothing to gain found death and destruction deep, merciless pain. In the end, what good was done? Men all died. No one had one