The Sound of Thunder (Courtney Family, Book 2)
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The Sound of Thunder, a Courtney Family Adventure by Wilbur Smith
The year is 1899. The British Empire is at the height of its power. But in South Africa, proud Dutch colonists defy the Queen and her army--and a lush, wild world is torn apart by guns, spears, and swords.
Sean Courtney had been tragically separated from his family, but the Boer War has brought him back to his homeland--and into the sights of his enemy's guns. It has also returned him to Ruth Friedman, the only woman Sean can love, even though he shouldn't. As Sean's loyalties--to nation, man, and blood--are tested, a saga of duty and betrayal unfolds....
fell heavily on the Yorkshireman’s ear. ‘And I’m a ruddy Japanee,’ agreed the sergeant cheerfully. ‘Let’s have your rifle, mate.’ Two days Sean languished in the barbed-wire prison compound while the Intelligence Department cabled the Registrar of Births at Ladyburg and waited for his reply. Two long days during which Sean brooded incessantly, not on the indignities which had been inflicted on him, but on the woman he had found and loved and lost again so quickly. These two days of enforced
removed and Sean gaped at what Ruth had given him. Its paintwork burnished to a high gloss, metal parts and polished leather upholstery sparkling in the sun – stood a motor vehicle. Stamped in the huge metal wheel hubs, and below the mascot on the radiator were the words ‘Rolls-Royce’. Sean had seen these fiendishly beautiful machines in Johannesburg, and now he was overcome by the feeling of unease they had given him then. ‘My dear Ruth, I haven’t the words to thank you.’ He kissed her
ordnance park, yet beyond that the tents stretched away for two miles. Row upon row of white canvas cones with the horse lines in between – and to the rear the orderly acres of transport vehicles, thousands of them, with the draught animals scattered grazing across the veld almost to the range of the eye. It was an impressive sight not only in its immensity but also in its neat and businesslike layout; so was the military precision of the blocks of men at drill, the massed glitter of their
‘Come on!’ he roared and started running towards the hills. It was open here, like a meadow, and ahead of him an old barbed-wire fence sagged on rotten poles. He reached it, lifted his foot and kicked with his heel. The fence pole snapped level with the ground, the wire collapsed. He jumped over it. ‘They’re not coming,’ Saul shouted beside him, and Sean stopped. The two of them were alone in the middle of the field – and the Boer rifles were seeking them eagerly. ‘Run, Saul!’ Sean shouted and
irregular unit – there was no record of next-of-kin, and when he came to us from Colenso six weeks ago he was, shall we say, in no condition to inform us of your address.’ ‘Can we see Pa now?’ Dirk could no longer contain himself, for the past five minutes he had wriggled and fidgeted on the couch beside Ada. ‘You’ll see your father in a few minutes, young man.’ And the surgeon turned back to Ada. ‘As it so happens, Mrs Courtney, you have been spared a great deal of anxiety. At first there were