Rob Morris
ASIN: B00NJ61WCM
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Pages: 341
Glowing fingers of grasping flame clawed the ball turret’s armored window; I felt the heat through the cracked glass. Flames poured from The Phoenix’s left inboard nacelle, blackening and consuming the wing. My electric system was shot out, the ball jammed. I was trapped, hanging from the belly of a B-17 Flying Fortress at twenty thousand feet and twenty degrees below zero. My nostrils burned from oily smoke and the cordite of hundreds of fifty-caliber shells that leapt from the guns. My foot pedals and the controls on my firing arms were dead, the hydraulics gone. Whether I’d live or die depended on Polansky or Carson, up in the waist. One of them would have to crank me up manually.Jack Jones, a man haunted by the loss of his B-17 bomber pilot father in World War Two shortly before his birth, travels back in time through a Native American portal with Blackfeet Medicine Man Alvin ...