David B. Smith (1) (1955–)

Bucky's heart froze. Even in the darkness, you recognize the two gamblers. "You played a pretty good game in there, kid. And we've collected good loot on you boys this year. But now were ready to make a final score. And we are leaving anything to chance."

"You can't be wanting anything from me."

"Oh, we know all about you, stone. You're the give the coach trusts most. So when you help us out on Thursday, ain't nobody going to suspect a thing!"

"You want the Panthers to lose? You know I won't do it." He glared at Bill. "Tell 'em!"

The guard snickered. "For the kind of money these guys have sitting around, you'll do it."

"How much money you guys talking about?"

"How does $5,000 sound?"

"I told you I can, man." The stubborn word sign in the cold night air. Bucky glanced around, but no one was around to help.

"We gotta have you, kid. Things have gone too far to back out."… (más)

Crack! The malicious pitch firing through the air left Bucky in excruciating pain. It was only the first day of practice, and already he was through with baseball for the season. But a broken arm is just the beginning of his troubles. The semester will bring Bucky the scariest experience of his life!

Bucky couldn't imagine life being interesting without sports, but he did expected to be safer. He was dead wrong! No longer able to perform his old job, he jumps at the chance to become a bank teller. The new position opens up all kinds of exciting possibilities for his future--but that's only if he has one. The next customer line is banking on becoming rich quick. And this guy's got a gun!

Bucky's fast paced story races with adrenaline and will leave you pretty impressed with God. Check out what happens!… (más)