The Book of Blood Volume 6 The Last Illusion Part 17

The Book of Blood Volume 6 The Last Illusion Part 17

their tens of thousands. Now those tribes were all but decimated. The forest in which they had prospered for generations was being levelled and burned; eight-lane highways were speeding through their hunting grounds. All they held sacred - the wilderness and their place in its system - was being trampled and trespassed: they were exiles in their own land. But still they declined to pay homage to their new masters, despite the rifles they brought. Only death would convince them of defeat, Locke mused. Cherrick found Stumpf slumped in the front seat of the jeep, his pasty features more wretched than ever. 'Locke wants you,' he said, shaking the German out of his doze. 'The village is still occupied. You'll have to speak to them.' Stumpf groaned. 'I can't move,' he said, Tm dying-' 'Locke wants you dead or alive,' Cherrick said. Their fear of Locke, which went unspoken, was perhaps one of the two things they had in common; that and greed. 'I…