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Chapter 8

The big man swiped a red kerchief across his brow, then stepped back to check his handiwork. Almost all the damage of the Kermac attack had disappeared. The jungles had swallowed whatever scrap and wreckage the attacker has brought to the surface. Sam ' had rebuilt the blockhouse and putting the last touches to the decking under the very warm sun and the high moisture of the sweltering jungle air had him sweat, despite the fact that he lived here now for almost 20 years. Most was back to how it had been, most bit not everything. There not far from the house right between the cultivated bushes of Hellberries hunkered the bulging shape

It was not even the end of the eight-year divider when Ma Swanson noticed the truly massive black man walk through the doors and into the main salesroom of Ma Swanson's boathouse. She yelled to the back."Clarion, check that damn terminal for the date." A cranky voice responded."What a stupid thing to ask. It's 10thDay, Blue Week ." "Sam Brown just walked in." Sam approached the sales counter, flashing his snow-white teeth in a wide grin."No need to confuse old Clarion, Margit . I came to