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    Narakan Rifles, about Face!
    Narakan Rifles, about Face!
    Narakan Rifles, about Face!
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    Narakan Rifles, about Face!

    By Jan Smith

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    Those crazy, sloppy, frog-like Narakans ... all thumbs and six-inch skulls ... relics of the Suzi swamps. Until four-fisted Lt. Terrence O’Mara moved among them—lethal, dangerous, with a steady purpose flaming in his volcanic eyes.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStart Publishing LLC
    Release dateNov 23, 2016
    ISBN9781682995594
    Narakan Rifles, about Face!
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    Jan Smith

    Jan Smith began professional illustration designing greeting cards and painting signs. Now, she is the illustrator of several children's books including Miss Bubbles Troubles, and Animals (Look and Find). She lives with her family and her three cats in the United Kingdom.

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      Narakan Rifles, about Face! - Jan Smith

      Narakan Rifles, about Face!

      by Jan Smith

      Start Publishing LLC

      Copyright © 2015 by Start Publishing LLC

      All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

      First Start Publishing eBook edition July 2015

      Start Publishing is a registered trademark of Start Publishing LLC

      Manufactured in the United States of America

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      ISBN 13: 978-1-68299-559-4

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      Narakan Rifles, about Face!

      by Jan Smith

      Those crazy, sloppy, frog-like Narakans ... all thumbs and six-inch skulls ... relics of the Suzi swamps. Until four-fisted Lt. Terrence O’Mara moved among them—lethal, dangerous, with a steady purpose flaming in his volcanic eyes.

      Terrence O’Mara lay flat on his back trying to keep his big body as still as possible. Despite the fact that he was stripped to his regulation shorts, a large pool of sweat had formed on the cot underneath him. The only movement he permitted himself was an occasional pursing of his lips as he dragged on a cigarette and sent a swirl of smoke upward through the heavy humid air. Then he would just lie there watching as the smoke crept up to mingle with the large drops of water that were forming on the concrete of the command post.

      Damn! Damn Naraka, anyway! Outpost of civilization! Who’d want the blasted place except the Rumi?

      At the words, Terrence moved his head just a fraction of an inch and his eyes only a little farther to look across the room to where Bill Fielding was twisting and turning on his cot. All he could see of the other man was the wet outline of his body under a once white sheet and a hand that every so often reached into a bucket of water on the floor and then replaced a soaking T-shirt over a red head.

      You’ll feel it less if you lie still, Terrence said, distressed at the necessity for talking.

      Feel it less! My God, listen to the man! What difference does it make if you lie still or move around or even run around in the suns like a bloody Greenback? Dust Bin will get you one way or another ... and if it doesn’t, the Rumi will.

      The visible hand lifted the T-shirt and began to pop salt tablets into an open mouth like they were so many peppermints.

      I wonder where Norton is. Out reviewing the troops?

      Reviewing, my eye. He’s up at Government House sitting in that cool living room drinking one of Mrs. Wilson’s icy drinks and admiring Mrs. Wilson’s shapely legs. From a discreet distance, of course. Being temporary Commanding Officer of even Dust Bin has its privileges!

      There was a rattle of drums and the blare of one or two off-key instruments from outside.

      Then why, asked Terrence, are those poor beggars marching up and down in this blasted heat?

      The Greenbacks? They love it! It would take more than a little heat to get under those inch-thick skins of theirs. They like to play soldier when it’s a hundred and thirty under water.

      There were a few more straggling notes and then the semblance of a march began.

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