CONTENTS
Dedication
Legal
Series List
Social Links
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Author Notes - Craig Martelle
Author Notes - Michael Anderle
Michael-Scott Earle
WWDE
Nomad Supreme
DEDICATION
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The Terry Henry Walton Chronicles
A Kurtherian Gambit Series
Book 1 – Nomad Found
Book 2 – Nomad Redeemed
Book 3 - Nomad Unleashed
Book 4 - Nomad Supreme(02/03-2017)
Free Trader Series
Book 1 – The Free Trader of Warren Deep
Book 2 – The Free Trader of Planet Vii
Book 3 – Adventures on RV Traveler
Book 4 – Battle for the Amazon
Book 5 – Free the North!
Book 6 – Free Trader on the High Seas
Book 7 – Southern Discontent (2017)
Book 8 – The Great ‘Cat Rebellion (2017)
Book 9 – Return to the Traveler (2017)
Cygnus Space Opera – Set in the Free Trader Universe
Book 1 – Cygnus Rising
Book 2 – Cygnus Expanding
Book 3 – Cygnus Arrives (2017)
End Times Alaska Series, a Winlock Press publication
Book 1: Endure
Book 2: Run
Book 3: Return
Book 4: Fury
Rick Banik Thrillers
People Raged and the Sky Was on Fire
The Heart Raged (2017)
Short Story Contributions to Anthologies
Earth Prime Anthology, Volume 1 (Stephen Lee & James M. Ward)
Apocalyptic Space Short Story Collection (Stephen Lee & James M. Ward)
Lunar Resorts Anthology, Volume 2 (Stephen Lee & James M. Ward)
Just One More Fight (published as a novella standalone)
The Expanding Universe, Volume 1 (edited by Craig Martelle)
The Expanding Universe, Volume 2 (edited by Craig Martell – June 2017)
The Misadventures of Jacob Wild McKilljoy (with Michael-Scott Earle)
Metamorphosis Alpha, Stories from the Starship Warden (with James M. Ward – Summer 2017)
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Kurtherian Gambit Series Titles Include:
First Arc
Death Becomes Her (01) - Queen Bitch (02) - Love Lost (03) - Bite This (04)
Never Forsaken (05) - Under My Heel (06) Kneel Or Die (07)
Second Arc
We Will Build (08) - It’s Hell To Choose (09) - Release The Dogs of War (10)
Sued For Peace (11) - We Have Contact (12) - My Ride is a Bitch (13)
Don’t Cross This Line (14)
Third Arc (Due 2017)
Never Submit (15) - Never Surrender (16) - Forever Defend (17)
Might Makes Right (18) - Ahead Full (19) - Capture Death (20)
Life Goes On (21)
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The Second Dark Ages
The Dark Messiah
The Darkest Night (04.2017)
Darkest Before the Dawn (07.2017)
Light Is Breaking (11.2017)
The Boris Chronicles
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Evacuation
Retaliation
Revelation
Restitution 2017
Reclaiming Honor
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Justice Is Calling (01)
Claimed By Honor (02)
Judgment Is Coming Feb 2016
The Etheric Academy
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ALPHA CLASS (01)
ALPHA CLASS (02) Mar 2017
ALPHA CLASS (03) May/June 2017
Terry Henry “TH” Walton Chronicles
* With CRAIG MARTELLE *
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You Don’t Mess with John’s Cousin
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Bitch’s Night Out
Frank Kurns Stories of the Unknownworld 03 (13.25)
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CHAPTER ONE
The raiders attacked at dawn.
Without the surprise they had assumed, however. Terry Henry Walton and the Werewolf Charumati had seen them coming. The raiders were motivated and angry, but suffered from a lack of training.
Weapons fire peppered the walls where the raiders had last seen the members of the Force de Guerre, but it was wasted ammunition. The disciplined unit was no longer there.
Corporal James had split his squad and moved one further up the small valley, drawing the raiders deeper into the ambush. James set the remaining members into firing positions along the enemy’s flank.
The enemy, Terry Henry thought.
These were survivors just like he used to be, but they were using their strength to tear down. He wouldn’t have that. His world was about building up.
When the FDG ran across this group when scouring the more fertile region bordering the Wastelands, Terry had given them a chance to parley, but they were having none of it. They saw the weapons, clean and well-cared for. They saw the extra magazines of ammunition.
And the raiders wanted it all.
They tried to seize Char, and it drove Terry into a frenzy, but by the time he reacted, Char had already killed three of them before the others beat feet.
Terry thought that was the end of it, but when stupid fuckers got angry, common sense went out the window. What a shame. If only he could figure out who was the head of that snake, then he could kill it and talk with the rest. They seemed to be organized but disorganized.
He nodded at their commitment to revenge.
“Fire,” he said calmly. The line of AK-47s opened up in semi-automatic mode, the marksmen of the FDG doing their best to make each round count. The raiders turned to engage the surprise attack, offering their flank to the half of James’s squad that was the bait of the ambush.
In barely fifteen seconds it was over. The dead and dying littered the battlefield. Twelve hearty souls entered the kill zone and none left.
“What a shame,” Terry said, standing to survey the damage. “Report!”
James looked to his people. Each gave a thumbs up, then held up fingers with the amount of ammo used. He waved to the other half of his squad. They did the same thing, one by one.
“No casualties, forty-seven rounds expended,” James reported, not happy with the high volume of fire. He saw the disappointment on Terry’s face. “I’m sorry, Colonel. We need to exercise better fire discipline.”
The Force de Guerre had been training for a couple years, but rarely fired live ammunition.
“What?” Terry asked, shaking his head. He hadn’t been looking at James at all. “Fire discipline. Less than four per kill on a moving enemy? That is not bad at all, Corporal. Carry on.”
James smiled immediately and waved his half of the squad forward after ensuring that the other half had them covered. James stepped from cover, leading the others downhill, aiming his rifle as he walked carefully, never crossing his feet, ready to fire at any instant. The others spread out behind him in a V formation, also looking down the barrels of their rifles.
Terry watched, pleased with the actions of his people. During the before time, he enjoyed the benefits of instant communication with Bethany Anne’s, The Queen Bitch’s people. Often, Terry had counted on the help from the likes of Akio or Samuel, some of her men. He wondered if they’d come back, if he’d ever see one of the honorable once more, Bethany Anne even.
Where are you? he asked himself. She’d gone to fight an intergalactic war, but was she gone forever? Even a vampire like her couldn’t survive getting her ship blown apart around her. Would it be that kind of war?
So much he didn’t know, but for now, the only enhanced beings he knew were he and Charumati. Char hadn’t seen her pack since she left them, and they hadn’t seen any Forsaken, no vampires at all.
He and Char were alone. Or free to do what needed done in order to prepare the world for TQB’s return. He preferred to think of it as they were free and unleashed on a strategic mission.
Terry had increased the size of the FDG and had been scouring the border of the Wastelands looking for people to rejoin civilization. Many, like the group they’d just dealt with, had assumed his overtures to be a ruse.
They weren’t, but Terry gave them enough rope to hang themselves. He would have walked away if they so desired.
They didn’t.
Too bad for them, but not for the people they were holding back. Terry looked forward to gathering the new refugees and heading back to New Boulder for some R&R, a little rest and relaxation. They’d been riding for over a month on their current trip. Terry estimated they were somewhere close to the Missouri River, and they had nearly one hundred people in tow.
He didn’t know how many people were in the settlement that the raiders controlled.
“One’s still alive!” James called from below. Terry and Char walked briskly down the hill, finding Lacy putting pressure on a bullet wound in the man’s leg while Gerry put pressure on a second wound across the man’s chest. He’d been grazed by the chest shot and hit solidly in the leg, but it hadn’t broken the bone or ripped through an artery. He was damned lucky.
“What’s your name?” Terry asked the grimacing man. The man looked around, knowing that he was alone.
“I am Spartacus,” he replied in a gravelly voice. Both Char and Terry burst out laughing, but the man didn’t look like he was joking.
“Wait, you’re not kidding?” Terry asked after a minute.
“Why would I kid about my name?” the man replied, his face twisting in both confusion and in pain.
“It’s just that…. Never mind,” Terry conceded waving a hand, understanding that this man had probably never watched television, having been born around the time of the fall, the World’s Worst Day Ever.
The WWDE. The day the apocalypse was ushered in.
Twenty-two years ago and finally, Terry thought less about his wife and child. It had taken twenty years of wandering the Wastelands and hiding in the mountains for him to decide it was okay to return to humanity. After that, someone new entered his life. They slept together every night, but they had yet to sleep together.
Her patience seemed to be infinite as she waited for him. The two were inseparable and critical to the long-term health of the FDG, the force that would bring peace to everything that was North America.
Eventually.
One person, one family, one settlement at a time.
“Spartacus, how many people are left in the settlement?” Terry asked.
“Feck off!” the man tried to yell, but gasped in pain from his effort. Geronimo continued to put pressure on the young man’s chest to keep the blood flow staunched.
“Did he say ‘feck’?” Terry asked Char. She shrugged and smirked. The scar on her face, still pronounced after all that time, tugged at her lip. She didn’t seem to care. Terry liked it, expecting that nothing would make it go away. It should have healed within a day, but two years?
It was there for good. Silver did a number on Werewolves.
“No, I’m sorry, Spartacus, but I won’t ‘feck’ off, no matter how much you think you want me to. We’re going back there to have a conversation like real adults, not like what we had with this bunch. You should consider being nicer to people who aren’t threatening you. They may have more bite than bark. I’m going to ask you kindly… How many people are in that settlement?”
The man took a deep breath and struggled to rise, but Gerry pushed him back down. “I suggest you answer the man. Your comrades are all dead and you will be, too, if you keep heading down this p
ath of yours,” Gerry told him in a soft voice.
The man relaxed. He and Geronimo seemed to be the same age. It was hard to tell sometimes in the Wastelands because life was so hard. It aged people at an unnatural rate. Then there were Terry and Char, who seemed ageless to everyone who knew them.
“Forty, maybe, somewhere thereabouts,” the young man finally answered, sighing and leaning back.
“Needle and thread,” Terry called. James pulled his pack off, set it on the ground, and dug through to find the sewing kit. With a needle carefully preserved from the before time and horsetail hair, Terry knelt down and got to work.
The young man thought he was going to be tortured and started screaming. Lacy took his head in both her hands and stared into his eyes.
“Listen, dickless! Those wounds need sewed up, otherwise you will bleed to death, nice and slow. So shut up and sit still!” she ordered, then took his hand and nodded back to the colonel.