Огниво Fire Maple FMS-709

Miguel slowed down and pressed one finger to his lips. The Mormon boy was wide-eyed but resolute. The faintly glowing dial of Miguel's watch told him he had three minutes to get into position. "I need you to carry this for me. Just carry it, okay?" he said, passing his sledgehammer to Adam. It was a model sometimes called a Canadian ax, with a traditional flat hammer on one side of the iron head tapering to a wedge point on the other. As the two intruders picked their way carefully through the small forest that had colonized at least three blocks behind the Hy Top, Miguel held his Winchester, ready to snap it up and fire. He fervently hoped that would not be necessary. They needed to remain hidden from their quarry until the very last moment. Taking up position behind the trunk of a dead white maple, he nodded encouragement to Adam and ruffled his hair to show the lad he was impressed with his fortitude so far. The boy visibly swelled with confidence. It would have been hard for him, losing his family at such an age ...»