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      Time

      Roger Reid

      NewSouth Books

      Montgomery

      Also by Roger Reid

       Longleaf

       Space

      NewSouth Books

      105 S. Court Street

      Montgomery, AL 36104

      Copyright 2013 by Roger Reid. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by NewSouth Books, a division of NewSouth, Inc., Montgomery, Alabama.

      ISBN: 978-1-58838-262-7

      eBook ISBN: 978-1-60306-100-1

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2010025671

      Visit www.newsouthbooks.com

      For Emily

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       About the Author

       Jason’s Adventures Continue. . .

      1

       Tick

      It was 4:10. Then it was 4:45. And there was nothing in between.

      Then it was five minutes after five.

      At twenty minutes till six, I was able to see beyond the watch hanging from my belt, and I could see that my feet were pointed uphill. I remember thinking, I’ve rolled down a mountain before.

      Then it was six o’clock.

      No pain, I said to myself, and I think I said it out loud.

      I tried to sit up. I rose up on my elbows. It was too steep. I didn’t want to lie back down, so I scooted around to get my feet lower than my head. The rocks beneath me wobbled with an odd sound. Horses—it sounded like horses clomping down a city street.

      Then it was 6:15.

      I know because I glanced at my watch when I sat up to look down. It was about fifty yards to the bottom of the steep slope where I was resting. Fifty yards, that would be about forty-five meters, I thought.

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