"RUSCH, DEAN WESLEY SMITH KRISTINE KATHRYN - TREATYS LAW 4TH IN THE DAY OF HONOR SERIES STARTREK B" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rusch Kristine Kathryn)

more than ten of his height in the air. He couldn't tell what type of
craft they were. They did not look like any of the

TREATY'S LAW

colony ships. These were flat and diamond-shaped, nothing like any
Klingon ship he'd ever heard about.

The intense wind in their wake rocked him, staggering him until he
caught his balance. Around him his plants whipped back and forth as if
being brushed by a large unseen hand.

In his five years on this land, on this planet, he'd never seen a craft
fly over his fields, even at a great height, let alone low and fast.
Without doubt there would be crop damage from this foolish act. He
would make sure the persons responsible would pay.

He glanced around in the dimming light to see if he could locate any
damage. But it was too dark. And the night chill was settling in. His
assessment would have to wait for morning.

In the faint light Kerdoch caught sight of the two craft making a high,
very tight turn above the glowing orange of the sunset. They finished
their turn and headed back toward him, coming in low again and

very fast, two thin silver slashes in the sky.

He stopped, too startled to move.

His mind fought to make sense of what he was seeing.

The ships appeared to be making an attack run. In his youth on the
planet T'Klar he had seen such action from aircraft in the great battle
of T'Klar. His mother had been killed in just such an attack led by a
cowardly pilot not willing to look his prey in the eyes. Kerdoch had
managed to survive and see his mother's murderer killed two years later.
Revenge had tasted good that day.

Wide orange beams shot out from the noses of the two thin ships, cutting
a swath of intense red and blue flame through the crops.

It was an attack mission! They were heading right at him. Instinctively
Kerdoch flung himself to the right side of the path and rolled down into
a shallow ditch. He trusted his heavy work shirt to protect his body.
He used his arms to cover his head. Almost instantly the two aircraft
were over him and then gone past. The concussion from their passing
pressed Kerdoch into the ditch, pushing his face into the mud as an
added insult. The pilots of these ships would pay for this action.
Before he could move to push himself up he felt an intense burning on
his shoulder and back. He was on fire from their flame weapons. He