Survival Instinct

Larry R Nixon

ISBN 10: 1634920767 / ISBN 13: 9781634920766

Published by Booklocker.Com Feb 2017, 2017

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Neuware - I climbed the steps to the front door to place a note onto the door handle. As I turned to leave, I heard a car approaching, and took off in a dead run, hoping to dodge out of sight before it arrived, but I was spotted. The driver was a woman. She floored it and drove directly to the barn, jumped out, and released her snarling watch dog. It raced toward me. A few seconds later, I heard a slug buzz past my head and the explosion of a gun. She had grabbed a rifle and was shooting at me. I could climb a tree to escape the dog, but what do I do when she arrives with her big gun I stopped and waited in front of a tree with branches low enough for me to jump and grab, but I didn't have time. The wolf like dog hit me in the chest, slamming me against the tree covering my face with drool.'Wait just a damn minute,' she said as she arrived, 'I know you. You're that bastard, Victor Flint.'She thumbed the hammer to full cock and pointed the gun at my head.

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: Survival Instinct
• Publisher: Booklocker.Com Feb 2017
• Publication Date: 2017
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1634920767
• ISBN 13: 9781634920766
• Binding: Buch
• Condition: Neu
• Dimensions: 235W x 157H x 27D millimeters 235 millimeters width by 157 millimeters height by 27 millimeters depth
• Weight: 782 grams

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Synopsis

I climbed the steps to the front door to place a note onto the door handle. As I turned to leave, I heard a car approaching, and took off in a dead run, hoping to dodge out of sight before it arrived, but I was spotted. The driver was a woman. She floored it and drove directly to the barn, jumped out, and released her snarling watch dog. It raced toward me. A few seconds later, I heard a slug buzz past my head and the explosion of a gun. She had grabbed a rifle and was shooting at me. I could climb a tree to escape the dog, but what do I do when she arrives with her big gun?

I stopped and waited in front of a tree with branches low enough for me to jump and grab, but I didn't have time. The wolf like dog hit me in the chest, slamming me against the tree covering my face with drool.

"Wait just a damn minute," she said as she arrived, "I know you. You're that bastard, Victor Flint."

She thumbed the hammer to full cock and pointed the gun at my head...