A Cleft of Stars Author:Geoffrey Jenkins The plane was really near now. But as I flung myself over the wall I saw Rankin kneeling, rifle to shoulder. The range was down to point-blank; there was nothing I could do. The plane's engine drowned the sound of the shot, but I knew Rankin had fired-and hit his target. "Rankin! You bloody murdering bastard!" But my words were swamped by ... more »a tearing crash as the plane hit the side of the mountain... "His story-telling has a drive that is compulsive."