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Dingo Run
Dingo Run
Dingo Run
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Dingo Run

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Sequel to Walkabout
Bushrangers: Book Three
A novella from the Dragon-ghosts of Viscaya Universe

New South Wales, Australia, 1876. As captured outlaws, Jim Kelly and Mark Turner face the gallows. Help comes from an unexpected quarter, but their hasty escape goes wrong and now Jim's life hangs by a thread. Mark is driven by desperation to form an alliance with an infamous bushranger who may hold clues to his mysterious past. But as Jim and Mark’s relationship intensifies, it is also tested. Their secret is discovered, tempers fray, and jealousy flares.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 22, 2014
ISBN9781632161550
Dingo Run
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Jack Byrne

Jack Byrne was born and raised in Speke, Liverpool to an Irish immigrant father and grandparents. Under the Bridge is his debut novel and follows reporter Anne and student Vinny around Merseyside, as they become involved in a story of unions, crime, and police corruption after human remains are discovered at a construction site.

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    After the cliff-hanger at the end of the previous book, with Jim and Mark in jail, awaiting their execution the next morning, I was very relieved to see them rescued in this sequel. And by none other than the young man they found and helped save in book two. Of course, as soon as they break out of jail they are on the run again, this time with Dan coming along until they can take him home. And when they run into an infamous bushranger with plans to rob a train, I could practically smell what’s going to happen in the next book. Of course, the author might surprise me, but my bet is on some major illegal activity in Jim and Mark’s future.

    The other thing that came to the fore in this installment is the beginning of an explanation for some weird stuff that’s been going on. Ever since the first book there have been hints about Mark’s strength, then some odd sensations and dreams were added, and in this volume, there is some real evidence that Mark may not be as human as he looks. Yet another reason why I can’t wait to read book four – which is a full novel! And that makes me incredibly happy!

    If you like stories with a hint of the paranormal, if you want to find out how cattleman Jim and doctor Mark are getting on in the bush as they continue to run from the law, and if you’re looking for a read that is full of mystery, suspense, adventure, and some very promising hints for the next book in the series, then you will probably like this novella.


    NOTE: This book was provided by Dreamspinner Press for the purpose of a review.

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Dingo Run - Jack Byrne

To my indecently talented and loyal friend, Patricia Burn.

Glossary

billabong—A small pond of water, often isolated, sometimes fed by a small seasonal stream.

billy—A wire-handled tin used for boiling water to make tea.

damper—A type of unleavened bread made in Australian camps, baked by burying it in the ground with a layer of coals or wood ashes.

duffing—Livestock rustling or stealing.

coppers—Police or constabulary.

ground tie—Tie a horse to something at ground level.

mob—A herd of kangaroos.

reef off—Pull or lever something off its moorings with force, e.g. reef a board off a fence.

selection—Parcel of land selected by a settler for clearing and farming.

Snowy Mountains—Part of the Great Dividing Range in New South Wales west and southwest of Sydney, which includes the tallest mountain in Australia, Mount Kosciusko. One of few mountain ranges in Australia that receive seasonal snowfall.

swag—A pack of belongings and/or a bedroll, often doubling as both.

the Murray—The Murray river, longest river in Australia at 2,520 kilometers.

tucker—Food.

Dingo Run

New South Wales, Australia, 1876

MARK TURNER sat shivering in the rough ironbark jail, in a tiny town about twenty miles west of the Snowy Mountain foothills. It was about two o’clock in the morning. He had no gun, and in his arms he held a blond man, who was, against all odds, sleeping. How Jim Kelly could sleep when they were facing the gallows in the morning, Mark did not know. He was relieved, though, that Jim would spend a few of his last hours in peaceful slumber.

Mark looked down at the rough blond hair and dusty face of the young man he’d rescued from certain death a year ago. Jim’s usually mesmerizing blue eyes were closed, and Mark could only see the edge of his handsome face. He reached down and stroked Jim’s face, pressing his fingers lightly into Jim’s skin. Instantly he felt a wash of daydreams rise up about him, like a shifting cloud of images invading his mind. Strange how he could never recall dreaming until the first time he lay wrapped in Jim’s arms. That night in the tent by the billabong on Jim’s selection, Mark had awoken from a terrifying memory of horses and cattle and laughing children being swept away screaming into a pit filled with snakes. It had shaken him to his core until he’d realized it was not an actual memory, but a dream. Mark hated it. The feeling of loss of control and reason, of being swept away, terrified his rational mind and left him sweating and afraid. It had taken him many months to get used to the fact that when he slept in Jim’s arms, the dreams would come. Perhaps something related to the way he felt about Jim freed his mind to wander. Mark decided dreaming was a fair trade-off for lying in Jim’s arms every night and having ownership of Jim’s body, and he said nothing to his lover.

But now he found it reassuring to touch Jim and remember those dreams that he’d at first found disturbing. He even found it strangely comforting that they would go to their deaths together tomorrow. Mark hated himself as the thought crossed his mind that he did not want Jim to live on without him. He told himself he did not want Jim to face such grief alone, but a dark corner of his mind knew he could not bear to give up Jim’s soul to another, even in death. Equally, the thought of living on without Jim was not worth contemplating.

Mark allowed the feeling of possessiveness to wash over him like a hot, seductive tide as he stroked Jim’s face with gentle fingers. He shuddered slightly, and Jim stirred and murmured, Mark? in his sleep. He leaned down and kissed Jim lightly on the hair, and Jim took a deep breath in and pushed slightly closer against him. In a few seconds, Jim’s breathing evened out into the rhythm of sleep. Mark decided he would wake Jim two hours before dawn to spend their last hours of darkness making love. So what if they got caught? They were going to be hanged at dawn anyway.

He continued to stroke Jim’s hair absently, and his mind drifted to Tart Min Yong’s killer. He should have dragged the man out of the pub and killed him gradually and painfully. Min Yong had died in agony, and Mark should have taken revenge for his father’s friend just as slowly, not killed him quickly in the heat of anger. As it was, in a heartbeat of blind rage, he had stove in the man’s skull with his fist. Mark felt little satisfaction in that memory, for the sensation had only lasted a fraction of a second. He felt robbed, as though he had not taken a full and rightful vengeance for Min Yong.

Mark remembered the kindness of the Oriental man, how he had taken in Mark as a starving, frightened child and brought him with his family to this warm, open land that Mark loved. How he had fought to protect Mark and enlisted the help of his new friend and neighbor Marshall Turner when it became obvious Mark’s differences were becoming too apparent to hide him even among the Orientals. He ran a hand over the thin scar along the top of his right ear and shivered again.

Mark surveyed his hands, pondering yet another difference. Jim was right; he should have damaged his fist when he killed Min Yong’s killer. The scene played in Mark’s mind from a few hours ago—Jim’s puzzled expression as he turned over Mark’s hand and said, "You don’t break a man’s skull without breaking

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