by Bobby Adair
"A tiny piece of metal could kill?" Oliver shook his head.
"Seems hard to believe," said Melora.
"Is it?" Jingo asked. "Melora, you should know. You shoot an arrow at an animal from far away. And with that small arrow, you kill it. A bullet works the same way. It's smaller, but it travels fast enough to poke a hole in human flesh. Getting shot is a lot like getting stabbed with a sword, but the wound is generally smaller."
"And somebody shot you?" asked Oliver.
"Yes," said Jingo. He leaned over and pulled up his pant leg, showing Oliver and Melora a circular scar in his calf. He turned his leg and showed them a similar scar on the other side. "The bullet went right through."
Oliver was fascinated. "What did you do to the man who shot you?"
"I never saw him," said Jingo. "Like I told you about guns, you don't have to be close to use one."
"Is that why you stopped traveling?" Melora asked.
"Yes," said Jingo. "After I was shot, I didn't leave the city again for thirty or forty years. By then, very few people were around. Nobody had guns or bullets to shoot anyone anymore, for the most part. I was pretty safe. After that, I used to travel, like I said. I used to go out and look for men and women like me. I used to try to find out if civilization survived anywhere."
"Did it?" Oliver asked.
"Not that I could find," said Jingo. "Eventually, I stopped going out to look."
Beck came jogging up, out of breath, excited about something. "Come up to the crest of the hill. You have to see this."
Oliver reached the crest and stopped behind a blackened tree trunk lying on it side.
Ivory, hiding behind the same tree trunk, asked, "What do you make of that?"
Oliver looked down at a bowl shaped valley surrounding a bay. Every tree in the valley had been cut down, leaving thousands of stumps, each with a top as flat as a dining room table. Oliver had never seen a tree cut that way before. Trees felled with axes left ragged stumps.
Most of the valley had burned, and among the blackened stumps on the ashen ground lay thousands of skeletons.
At the center of the valley, down by the water, Oliver saw the remnants of a stockade made from logs. They were standing side by side, sharpened at the top end. The logs formed walls thirty feet high, but many of them had fallen, and most were burned to ash.
Inside the boundary of the stockade stood nearly a dozen towering houses, seemingly constructed from the logs cut in the valley. Each of the houses was large enough to fit five or six families. They stood four or five stories tall, narrowed to a roofed observation platform, and were open on all sides, large enough to easily hold a dozen men.
Oliver looked in the water and saw something even more fantastic.
"Ships," Jingo whispered.
"They look like your boat," said Melora, "only much bigger."
"They're probably a hundred feet long. Mine was only twenty-seven feet."
"Did they lose their masts and sails?" Melora asked.
"Those kinds of ships don't have sails," Jingo answered.
"How do they get them out into the water?" Oliver asked.
"They don't," said Jingo. "Those four ships will be on that beach until they rust away."
"Rust away?" Ivory asked. "They're made of metal?"
"Steel, most likely," Jingo answered. "It looks like they're stuck."
Ivory mused, "They must be worth a fortune."
Beck shook his head in disbelief. "That's what ships from your time looked like?"
"No," said Jingo. "We had plenty of ships that size, but we also had ships ten times that big. Those aren't ancient ships. They look like they've been there a long time, maybe ten or twenty years, but those aren't from ancient times. They weren't here the last time I came this way, maybe a hundred years ago."
"Where did they come from?" Oliver asked.
"I don't know," said Jingo.
Ivory tensed and crouched down.
Everyone did the same.
"Look." Ivory pointed down to a spot where the stockade had burned to ash.
Oliver followed Ivory's gaze and saw a person, draped in what looked like a blanket with a hood, colored in shades of green and brown. The hood was down, letting the woman's long hair flow down her back. In one hand was a pair of rabbits she'd killed. In her other was a long, intricately shaped thing. Oliver turned to Jingo and asked, "What's that she's carrying?"
Jingo's voice seemed stuck in his throat, but he managed an answer. "That, Oliver, is a gun."
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As I'm sitting down to write this, having just completed my final proofread of the entire book yesterday, I have to be honest, I'm having a hard time with the humor. The Last Refuge was a pretty dark book in the series. We lost two of our favorite characters and one of our villains, two of those in a disturbingly brutal fashion. Jingo and Beck talked a lot about the downfall of humanity and the parallels between the old and the new world. It was a discussion that made the tidbit of hope we ended the book on seem pretty tenuous.
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Table of Contents
Conten
ts
TITLE PAGE
CREDITS
PREFACE
THE LAST SURVIVORS - BOOKS 1, 2, 3, & 4 RECAP
Chapter 1 - Franklin
Chapter 2 - Melora
Chapter 3 - Tenbrook
Chapter 4 - Melora
Chapter 5 - Franklin
Chapter 6 - Oliver
Chapter 7 - Winthrop
Chapter 8 - Melora
Chapter 9 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 10 - Ivory
Chapter 11 - Oliver
Chapter 12 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 13 - Ivory
Chapter 14 - Winthrop
Chapter 15 - Ella
Chapter 16 - Ella
Chapter 17 - Ivory
Chapter 18 - Melora
Chapter 19 - Melora
Chapter 20 - Franklin
Chapter 21 - Melora
Chapter 22 - Oliver
Chapter 23 - Tenbrook
Chapter 24 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 25 - Ella
Chapter 26 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 27 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 28 - Ella
Chapter 29 - Oliver
Chapter 30 - Franklin
Chapter 31 - Ella
Chapter 32 - Ivory
Chapter 33 - Winthrop
Chapter 34 - Franklin
Chapter 35 - Ella
Chapter 36 - Franklin
Chapter 37 - Ella
Chapter 38 - Franklin
Chapter 39 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 40 - Bray
Chapter 41 - Winthrop
Chapter 42 - Ivory
Chapter 43 - Ivory
Chapter 44 - Franklin
Chapter 45 - Ivory
Chapter 46 - Tenbrook
Chapter 47 - Ivory
Chapter 48 - Melora
Chapter 49 - Melora
Chapter 50 - Bray
Chapter 51 - Melora
Chapter 52 - William
Chapter 53 - Melora
Chapter 54 - Bray
Chapter 55 - Melora
Chapter 56 - Franklin
Chapter 57 - Oliver
Chapter 58 - Ivory
Chapter 59 - Franklin
Chapter 60 - Oliver
Chapter 61 - Franklin
Chapter 62 - Oliver
Chapter 63 - Franklin
Chapter 64 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 65 - Beck
Chapter 66 - Bray
Chapter 67 - Bray
Chapter 68 - William
Chapter 69 - Beck
Chapter 70 - Beck
Chapter 71 - Franklin
Chapter 72 - Franklin
Chapter 73 - Beck
Chapter 74 - Franklin
Chapter 75 - Franklin
Chapter 76 - Beck
Chapter 77 - Franklin
Chapter 78 - Franklin
Chapter 79 - Franklin
Chapter 80 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 81 - Tenbrook
Chapter 82 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 83 - Franklin
Chapter 84 - Tenbrook
Chapter 85 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 86 - Beck
Chapter 87 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 88 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 89 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 90 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 91 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 92 - Tenbrook
Chapter 93 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 94 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 95 - Tenbrook
Chapter 96 - Tenbrook
Chapter 97 - Fitzgerald
Chapter 98 - Oliver
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