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    Ashes on a Distant Wind
    Ashes on a Distant Wind
    Ashes on a Distant Wind
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    Ashes on a Distant Wind

    By Yolande Kleinn

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    Before the Vrete came to Earth, Donovan Riggs was a man of faith. Now they're gone, and he's left that part of himself behind for good. In the ruinous aftermath of a war nobody won, he is simply trying to survive. With Beau Greer—a young medic who stumbled into his life and then refused to leave—Riggs travels dangerous roads between long-dead cities. Scavenging doesn't offer much of a future. It barely provides for the present. But Riggs will do anything to protect what's his.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherYolande Kleinn
    Release dateAug 25, 2020
    ISBN9781946316110
    Ashes on a Distant Wind
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    Yolande Kleinn

    Yolande Kleinn may be a shameless dreamer and a stubborn optimist, but she is also a proud purveyor of romance and hijinx. Excitable, fastidious and a little eclectic, she spends every spare moment writing the stories she wants to read. If she can drag other people into the pool along with her, then so much the better.

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      Ashes on a Distant Wind - Yolande Kleinn

      Ashes on a Distant Wind

      by Yolande Kleinn

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      The radio in his hand crackled, and Donovan Riggs pressed the button to transmit. Where the hell are you? he demanded, sharp with impatience. The radio gave another sputter of protest as it grudgingly cut through static.

      Don't get snippy, came the cheerful retort. Beau sounded even younger over the radio than his twenty-two years. I had to go the long way round. Fresh debris. I'm almost back to your location.

      Riggs swallowed a curse as he set the radio down, dropping it beside the torch that had run out of fuel just shy of cutting through the last sheet of metal. Fresh debris meant this section of city was even less stable than they'd figured. If it was bad enough to send Beau forging an alternate route, that meant getting out through crumbling suburbs and shattered streets would be an arduous task at best.

      He considered for a moment, then yanked his thick work gloves off and added them to the pile of equipment. He could complete the job when Beau returned. There was more fuel in the back of the truck, enough to let him finish cutting. This was a smaller haul than their last, but it would have to do. Riggs prayed it would be enough to barter, assuming he and Beau could find their way out of the dead city and back to what passed for civilization.

      His long leather jacket also lay on the ground, the brown fabric contrasting starkly with the crumbled gray pavement beneath it. Riggs was tempted to shed one more layer, down to the thin T-shirt clinging to his sweat-slick skin, but he resisted the urge. For all that he was uncomfortably warm from his work, the chilly air made it a bad idea.

      The growl of an approaching truck drew his attention, and he leaned down to fish the loaded revolver from the pocket of his coat. There was no mistaking the sound of that engine, but he clicked off the safety just the same. Always brace for the worst. It was a good philosophy for staying alive in a world gone wrong.

      He didn't put the gun away until Beau had backed the enormous pickup right up to the ready pile of scrap and hopped out of the cab. For all that Riggs had been doing the heavier work in his absence, Beau was just as bedraggled. His dark hair looked nearly black, wet and plastered to his neck and cheeks, and his narrow face was gaunt in a way that said Riggs had better plan to cook up a little extra when they stopped for supper tonight. Beau wore a smile, but the expression was too tight to herald success.

      You didn't find any gasoline. Riggs tugged his gloves back on as he moved to unlock the tailgate.

      Beau's smile faded and he shook his head. I checked seven stations, three parking garages, and a car dealership. This place is tapped out. I found some kerosene and a stash of non-perishables, and I grabbed some fresh clothes while I was at it. But no fuel for the truck.

      We haven't run out yet. Riggs dropped the truck's lower gate with a thud, then propped the upper securely open. We've got plenty to reach Almstead. We'll just have to trade for more when we get there. The prospect wasn't ideal. Food and gasoline were the two steepest commodities to barter for in this crude but functional economy. Workable metal only offered so much value, and he and Beau had little else to trade. This wasn't the first time things would be tight, but repetition didn't make the uncertainty any more appealing.

      They would manage somehow.

      Come on. Riggs moved for the first pile of metal, each piece already cut down to fit the space available in the covered truck bed. Let's load this scrap and get the hell out of here.

      That's what I love about you, Riggs. Beau tugged his own thick gloves on as he approached the opposite edge of the pile. You really know how to have fun.

      Riggs only glared.

      They worked efficiently, but it was still more than two hours before they finished loading, cutting down the last couple scraps, and locking their equipment securely in the truck alongside the fresh haul. Riggs shrugged back into his coat. He stifled an exhausted groan as he climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door behind him.

      Beau leveled a knowing look and slipped in through the opposite door, settling in on the passenger side of the worn bench seat.

      "Fine. Next time I'll cut the scrap and you can fail at scavenging." Beau's expression was bland, but there was a hint of challenge in his voice.

      Riggs snorted and turned the key in the ignition, gunning the pickup to life. The gas gauge had been broken for months, but he knew there was enough fuel in the tank to get them to the nearest bend in the river. They could stop there to refill from the gas can in back. The river bend was familiar ground sandwiched between pieces of nowhere. It would be relatively safe, with good cover for a night's rest.

      The sun was beginning to sink, but assuming they could find a way out of here, they should make good time. Beau rolled down the window despite the clinging dust of dead city all around them. Riggs threw him a quick glance and then did the same.

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      Beau Greer had only been thirteen when the

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