Congo Dawn (Paperback)Jeanette Windle
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Size140 x 211 mm
Number of Pages400 pp
PublisherTyndale House Publishers
Chapter OneIturi Rainforest
He could stop this with a word. A raised hand.
Instead he began the task for which he’d come as a band of armed
men fanned out, kicking in bamboo doors, tossing torches onto
thatched roofs, dragging residents still groggy with sleep into the
open. A spattering of gunfire on the far side of the village signaled
the first resistance.
He made no effort to interfere when the first woman was tossed
down onto the red dirt of the clearing. Flames leaping high from
burning huts now matched the red and orange streaks lightening a
dawn sky above the jungle canopy. The gunfire had become a steady
staccato. He closed his ears to its clatter. To the shouts, screams,
moans. The terrified sobbing of a child.
But he could not so close his eyes. These images would never
leave his mind.
By the time all fell silent, the rising sun had cleared the treetops.
But its cheerful rays could not penetrate a black pall of smoke that
drifted upward to cast its spreading shadow across the sky.
He turned his head as a hand touched his shoulder. His second-incommand
stepped close to murmur urgently, “The searchers found
nothing. Learned nothing. We must go before the smoke is spotted
and others come.”
But he shook off his subordinate’s warning hand to stride out across
the clearing. Stepping around prone shapes and viscous scarlet puddles,
he peered through smoldering doorframes until the thunderous crash
of a collapsing roof startled him into prudence. Only when he was satisfied
nothing remained to be done did he lift a hand in signal. As he
slipped noiselessly into the rainforest’s camouflage of leaf and vine and
root, a phalanx of phantoms melted into invisibility with him.