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It's been 50 years since the Great Crash and what was once America is now a collection of enclaves, governed on the local level and only loosely tied together by the farce of a federal government. Catawba, one of the largest and most affluent enclaves in the southern states, is relatively stable and maintains a successful business of trade with nearby enclaves, including the one at Charlotte Township. But when a new vein of gold is found beneath the feet of those in Catawba, it's only a matter of time before trouble finds them.Now the future of Catawba may be in the hands of an untried 21-year-old trader named Caleb. And Caleb knows that if his secret were ever to come out, he would never see another dawn.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	20 novembre 2018
Nombre de lectures	41
EAN13	9781493413980
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	4 Mo

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Table of Contents Cover Endorsements Contents Books by Thomas Locke Title Page Copyright Page 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 Sneak Peek of Recruits 1 About the Author Back Ads Back Cover
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Landmarks Cover Endorsements Contents Other Books by the Thomas Locke Title Page Copyright Page Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Sneak Peek of Recruits Chapter 1 About the Author Back Ads Back Cover

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Praise for Fault Lines
“The pacing is excellent, grabbing readers with danger and excitement right away and keeping the interest throughout. Intriguing and stimulating, Fault Lines is the newest must-read.”
RT Book Reviews
“Locke combines intense action, credible science fiction, and larger-than-life characters for an enjoyable ride.”
Publishers Weekly
Praise for Recruits
“Locke’s newest novel has everything that readers love. Both intelligent and fast-paced, Recruits draws readers in quickly and holds their attention throughout. . . . This is definitely a must-read!”
RT Book Reviews , 4½ stars
“ Recruits is an accessible, clean science fiction novel ideal for those looking for titles with heart, thoughtfulness, and family values.”
Foreword Reviews
Praise for Renegades
“Locke weaves multiple exciting narratives, connecting them in unexpected ways, in this fast-paced novel about war, family, and government secrets.”
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Books by Thomas Locke
L EGENDS OF THE R EALM
Emissary
Merchant of Alyss
The Golden Vial
F AULT L INES
Fault Lines
Trial Run
Flash Point
R ECRUITS
Recruits
Renegades
Enclave
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© 2018 by T. Davis Bunn
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
PO Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
www.revellbooks.com
Ebook edition created 2018
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-1398-0
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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T he night was beyond black. The windless air condensed the fog into droplets that clung to every surface. Kevin Ritter was on lead. Behind him, twenty-six refugees were strung out in a terror-stricken line. He could hear the panting whispers, he could sense their fear. He had not been out on the line in six months, maybe longer. He had almost forgotten the coppery taste of such dread, or how every minute stretched into hours. Or the weight of every delay.
Kevin flicked on his pocket light, then flashed it again. Both times the mist glowed like weightless jewels. The woman behind him shivered so hard it fractured her breaths. She probably did not even realize she moaned. Her name was Carla, and she was twenty-two, three years younger than he, and very beautiful. Her boyfriend, Pablo, was next in the line. Kevin disliked knowing their names. But they had both introduced themselves, as if the connection were important. Kevin found it best not to forge such bonds with refugees. When he did, they crowded his dreams. But Carla was different. She reminded Kevin of his ex-fiancée. But Kevin’s love was lost to him now, and there was nothing he could do about it except yearn for all that would never be.
Carla had confided that they were refugees from Richmond and had fled in order to keep her boyfriend safe. Kevin resisted the urge to tell them to turn around, go home, accept whatever was required to live within Richmond’s boundaries. Now they were just another pair of ragged survivors, clutching at the slim hope that Kevin’s team could slip them under the wire, fashion the myth of a new ID, and help them forge a new life in Charlotte Township. That was why Kevin risked his life working with the underground railroad. For people like Carla.
Far in the distance a lamp glowed and disappeared, then a second time. Kevin turned to Carla and said, “Wait here for me. Watch for my signal. When you move, keep low and keep silent. Pass it down the line.”
“What if you don’t make it back?”
She was the kind of woman the bounty hunters preyed on. The militia would eat her alive. Which was probably what fueled her terror. Kevin knew there was nothing he could say that would make it all right. So he said again, “Stay here and stay quiet.”
Like the original underground railroad of three centuries earlier, groups of concerned citizens had secretly banded together to help the helpless. Unlike the earlier version, however, Kevin’s team did not ship their refugees north. According to rumors, the north was in worse shape than here. Their one hope was to sneak the survivors inside . Fashion new identities. Hide them in plain sight. Doctors became janitors. Engineers turned into carpenters. But there was at least the chance to keep their families together and fed.
Kevin crawled down the gutter on his belly. The wet gravel sawed at his elbows and ribs and knees. A hundred and fifty yards farther on, the electrified border fence had been lifted and bound to the next strand, then replaced with a plastic imitation painted to mimic the rust-streaked steel. He waited a long moment, breathing with his mouth open, listening and scouting. He saw no patrols, so he turned back and waved them forward.
No matter how much they warned the refugees, no matter how sternly the parents spoke to their children, twenty-six untrained people were bound to make a lot of noise. Kevin lifted his head above the gutter’s lip and scouted the night. Finally they were crouched behind him, clumped in so tightly he could smell the sweet tea Carla had drunk before leaving their last hiding place. He hissed for silence and listened. Then he aimed his pocket light and flashed twice. Three minutes or an eternity later, the light responded.
“Follow me. Stay close. Pass it down the line.” Kevin lifted the fake fence and lashed it into place. He then lowered himself back into the moist grit lining the gully and crawled.
The gutter ran down the west side of the border market, a motley assortment of stalls and taverns. Kevin had not made this trip in two years, not since he had been named co-leader of the local underground. He had followed the example of his father, who had led the railroad until his death, by remaining unseen. His father had been a sheriff’s deputy, killed in the line of duty when he stopped highwaymen from robbing a wagonload of refugees. His mother ran the underground now, though only a select few were aware of this fact. Kevin had started serving with the railroad at sixteen.
Their destination was the market’s largest vegetable stall, connected on the far wall to a tavern owned by the same proprietor and reputed to have the best food in the border region. Where the two establishments came together, the owner had erected a small warehouse she used for storing both produce and kegs. The rear wall hung slightly over the gutter, as though the owner had overbuilt by error. Kevin slipped under the ledge, turned on his back, and knocked three times.
The warehouse floor came up, a light shone into his face, and a woman hissed, “Who on earth are you?”
“Emergency replacement.” Kevin slipped the paper from his pocket and handed it up.
She gave the drawn symbol a careful inspection. “Where’s Clem?”
“Broke his leg. You should have received word.”
“I did. But you stay alive by staying vigilant.” She handed back the paper, uncocked her pistol, and offered him a hand. “So you’re the new Clem.”
“For this one night.”
She watched Kevin emerge, her eyes widening when she saw his size. “Big one, ain’t you. You the teacher’s boy?”
“Yes