ON the way to the City of Gold Monbamna, there were no storms. But the wind was blowing briskly and rocking Bankaff’s prowler vehicle so much that Bobby’s body almost fell off. I grabbed Bobby’s body and was able to keep it from falling. To do that, however, I had to move out of the passenger seat and into the back so I could hold on to Bobby’s body.
“It won’t be much longer, Michael. We will be there soon,” Bankaff said loudly so I could hear him because the wind was blowing so intensely.
Bankaff was a careful driver, watching the path cautiously that we were traveling on and keeping a watchful eye for human transplant guards that might be out and about. We kept hearing a loud growling noise close by, but we couldn’t see where it was coming from. Suddenly, a large Kookas flew right in f
