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The Ambushers

71.4% complete
1963
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Never (or unknown...)
25 chapters
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14580
Copyright © 1963 by Donald Hamilton
No dedication.
The natives call it the River of Goats, the Rio de las Cabras.
May contain spoilers
As I watched her walk out to the waiting plane, I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it, either.
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Extract (may contain spoilers)
The thing was wearing drifting white robes and stretching out its white arms to me and whispering my name.  I couldn't see its face clearly.  I tried to wake up and found that I was awake.  That didn't seem right, somehow.  Apparations ought to stick to dreams where they belong.

It was still there in the middle of the room, illuminated only by the kickback of the yard lights outside, as much as could penetrate the drawn blinds.  I'd been sleeping heavily a moment before, and I wasn't thinking very lucidly, I guess.  I just knew that I didn't believe in ghosts, and that I had no midnight mistresses in the place, and that tricks were sometimes played here in the name of training and analysis, to see how fast you could react.

I went for the white thing before it could come for me.  I lunged out of bed low, cut it down, wrapped it up, and pinned it to the floor.  It was dressed in some material that was coarse to the touch; the idea of a shroud came to mind.  The hell with that.  Somebody was playing games and they could damn well go play them somewhere else.  Then I felt the weak, panicky struggles and heard the frightened breathing and I knew at last what I had.  I let go and got up and turned on the light, feeling foolish and angry.

"Jesus Christ, Skinny," I said.  "Don't tell me you walk in your sleep on top of everything else."

She was huddled on the floor, kind of tangled in a Navajo rug.  I thought she was crying, but the face she turned up to me was dry.  The eyes were dry.  They were perfectly enormous, and the odd yellow light was in them.  She shrank away as I stepped forward to help her rise.  I stopped.

"Relax," I said disgustedly.  "I figure a hundred pounds for the legal raping size.  You're still safe by at least ten pounds.  What the hell are you doing here, anyway?"

She didn't answer, of course.  I went over to my suitcase, found the sandals and dressing gown I hadn't bothered to unpack earlier, and put them on.  When I turned again, she was standing up.  They'd given her some kind of a crude, straight, sleeveless cotton gown that reached the floor.  So much for my dream of drifting robes.  It wasn't the sexiest garment in the world, but it had a kind of convent simplicity that went well with the thin face and the big eyes and the chopped-off hair.  She could have been a martyr on the way to the bonfire.

She said, "Don't leave me here."  I stared at her for a moment.  It was a perfectly good human voice.  Well, I should have known she had one somewhere.

"Please don't leave me here," she said clearly.

I drew a long breath.  "I haven't the slightest intention of leaving you here," I said.  "This happens to be my room and I'm still way behind in my sleep.  I'm booting you out into the hall this minute, unless you come up with a very good reason to the contrary, fast."

"I mean this place.  I don't want to stay here."

"Why not?"

 

Added: 19-Nov-2024
Last Updated: 17-Dec-2024

Publications

 09-Sep-1969
Fawcett Gold Medal Books
Mass Market Paperback
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Date Issued:
09-Sep-1969
Format:
Mass Market Paperback
Cover Price:
$0.60
Pages*:
144
Cover Link(s):
Internal ID:
43880
ISBN:
0-449-02132-7
ISBN-13:
978-0-449-02132-3
Printing:
1
Country:
United States
Language:
English
DONALD HAMILTON: "...has brought to the spy novel the authentic hard realism of Hammett."
- NEW YORK TIMES


NAME: MATTHEW HELM
CODE NAME: ERIC
MISSION: #6 - THE AMBUSHERS
REMARKS: A quiet mission of assassination is no sweat for Matt Helm - till the man whose special talent is killing suddenly has to play God to a beauti beat-up girl, tortured half out of her mind in the Costa Verde jungle...  Until a shapely foreign agent he never got around to finishing off lures him into a strange trek in the wilds of of northern Mexico...  Until a Russia missle smuggled out of Cuba falls into the hands of a political fanatic - very, very close to home...
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Last page has "69-9-9" and I've assumed that this is the print date
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09-Sep-1969
Fawcett Gold Medal Books
Mass Market Paperback

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Author(s)

 Donald Hamilton
Birth: 24 Mar 1916 Uppsala, Uppsala län, Sweden
Death: 20 Nov 2006

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