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Forsaken Country

Allen Eskens
Contents (81)
  1. CHAPTER 1
  2. CHAPTER 2
  3. CHAPTER 3
  4. CHAPTER 4
  5. CHAPTER 5
  6. CHAPTER 6
  7. CHAPTER 7
  8. CHAPTER 8
  9. CHAPTER 9
  10. CHAPTER 10
  11. CHAPTER 11
  12. CHAPTER 12
  13. CHAPTER 13
  14. CHAPTER 14
  15. CHAPTER 15
  16. CHAPTER 16
  17. CHAPTER 17
  18. CHAPTER 18
  19. CHAPTER 19
  20. CHAPTER 20
  21. CHAPTER 21
  22. CHAPTER 22
  23. CHAPTER 23
  24. CHAPTER 24
  25. CHAPTER 25
  26. CHAPTER 26
  27. CHAPTER 27
  28. CHAPTER 28
  29. CHAPTER 29
  30. CHAPTER 30
  31. CHAPTER 31
  32. CHAPTER 32
  33. CHAPTER 33
  34. CHAPTER 34
  35. CHAPTER 35
  36. CHAPTER 36
  37. CHAPTER 37
  38. CHAPTER 38
  39. CHAPTER 39
  40. CHAPTER 40
  41. CHAPTER 41
  42. CHAPTER 42
  43. CHAPTER 43
  44. CHAPTER 44
  45. CHAPTER 45
  46. CHAPTER 46
  47. CHAPTER 47
  48. CHAPTER 48
  49. CHAPTER 49
  50. CHAPTER 50
  51. CHAPTER 51
  52. CHAPTER 52
  53. CHAPTER 53
  54. CHAPTER 54
  55. CHAPTER 55
  56. CHAPTER 56
  57. CHAPTER 57
  58. CHAPTER 58
  59. CHAPTER 59
  60. CHAPTER 60
  61. CHAPTER 61
  62. CHAPTER 62
  63. CHAPTER 63
  64. CHAPTER 64
  65. CHAPTER 65
  66. CHAPTER 66
  67. CHAPTER 67
  68. CHAPTER 68
  69. CHAPTER 69
  70. CHAPTER 70
  71. CHAPTER 71
  72. CHAPTER 72
  73. CHAPTER 73
  74. CHAPTER 74
  75. CHAPTER 75
  76. CHAPTER 76
  77. CHAPTER 77
  78. CHAPTER 78
  79. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  80. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  81. FICTION BY ALLEN ESKENS
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CHAPTER 1

Max Rupert laced his fingers behind his head and settled into his pillow to await the ghosts. He knew that Mikhail Vetrov would be lurking on the other side of sleep. It had been three and a half years since he had shoved Mikhail through that hole in the ice, and very few nights had gone by where the memory of that killing didn’t come to visit him.

In dreams, Max still had the short hair and clean-shaven face of a homicide detective, but that face was long gone. Max hadn’t shaved or cut his hair since the day he started his exile, so now his beard reached to his chest and his hair fell in a ponytail between his shoulder blades. Living alone in the woods, Max found that unkempt look fitting.

But there were other changes that didn’t sit so well with Max. His eyes seemed empty, and his cheeks had grown thin. At forty-five years old he felt too young for the tiny lines that now fanned out from his eyes and creased the edges of his mouth. And his features seemed to sag a touch, as though something inside of him, something dark and heavy, weighed him down with years that he had not yet lived.

But those parts of Max that he’d hoped might change as the years went by—his heart, his conscience—clung stubbornly to the past. He had shut himself away from the world to face his reckoning, willing to accept forgiveness or retribution in equal measure, but after three and a half years, he had found neither. His reclamation had become stagnant.